The Katie Chronicles: The Jig is Up Edition

Last night, I had just finished reading Katie's nightly stories -- three chapters of a Junie B. Jones book...Junie B is very big with the kindergarten set, apparently -- and put her down for the night.  Then I did something I almost never do.  I went to the pantry and got out some of my Christmas stocking candy (Andes mints and a Lindt truffle...yum!).  I set them on the coffee table and, before I could eat them, Katie came out of her room to tell me something vitally important about her stuffed animals or some such.  As she got close to me, she stopped in her tracks, looked pointedly at the candy, and then back at me.  She didn't say anything about it but that look said I had just confirmed all her suspicions about what adults do as soon as kids go to bed.  It's like her thoughts were in a bubble over her head:  "Candy!  I knew it!  When does Santa get here with the bounce house and cotton candy machine??"