When I was younger (around eight) I lived with my uncle and grandmother. One memory I have was making homemade candy with my uncle. He was really good at doing the different colors in molds and such. I am not sure how he put up with me helping, but it was something that stuck with me. I was really close to my uncle, and in the years since I have seen him, I guess my heart is clinging to several memories.

So I bought up some stuff to make me my own batch of candy. I could only find one set of Christmas molds in the store, and they were the last set. I am going to look for some fun molds on Amazon after I am set up a little better financially so basically after Christmas. 

Today sitting here pouring the vanilla mix (and later chocolate) Michael sat down beside me with a stuffed dinosaur watching. He told his dinosaur that we were making candy and not to touch because it was hot. When the molds were full he would run over to the fridge and open it for me.

An hour later he would help me tap out the candies from the molds. I have to say it was wonderful being able to do something with him like this. He gets to look at the finished product and know he helped. I just need to find something like a frosting bag or something that will keep the chocolate warm enough to pour out so he can do even more.