Meg is obsessed with Tic Tacs.
She loves the taste of them (as long as they aren't the white mint; she says those are "spicy").
She loves the way they crunch under her tiny teeth and color her tongue any number of neon shades.
She even loves the way they rattle in the box -- a sound kinds like a hard shelled insect -- letting her know she is just seconds from her favorite one and a half calorie treat.
I have taken stocking several boxes of Tic Tacs in my purse for Meg related incidents. A long line at the grocery store? Tic Tacs. Driving and don't want her to fall asleep? Tic Tacs. Her haircut? Brought to you by the letter T for Tic and/or Tac. Honestly, I now buy them three packs at a time, which I'm sure leaves the checkers wondering if I am a closet smoker or habitually twitchy.
Of course, Meg wants Tic Tacs outside of Megerencies. She wants them ALL THE TIME. Because she knows I am not gving out Tic Tacs willy nilly she has gotten tricky in her tactics. She'll make a blanket statement like "I need something in your purse" as she digs though, pretending she wants to balance the checkbook while scanning for her true desire. Once she saw me looking at the ingredients on the back of the box and I told her what I was doing. Now, sometimes she will ask to see the Tic Tacs to "see what's in there."
Thank God I didn't try bribing her with Snickers. She'd be 100 pounds.
I wonder if there is such a thing as breath mints anonymous. Oh, and if they take toddlers.