I made a batch of cookies this morning. The fam raided the cooling cookies, but I managed to put together a plate full to take to a high school reunion I was attending this afternoon. It's funny, I can cover it with foil and it's like I live with a bunch of two-year-olds who don't yet have object permanence.
"What cookies? I don't see any cookies? There must not be any cookies."
I did leave three uncovered cookies on a plate, one for each of them, yup, I'm a good wife and mom...check!
Off to the reunion I went. And, gosh, I was actually nervous! You know, that anticipatory gonna-have-fun kind of butterflies thing. And it was fun! So much fun! Our first reunion in 30+ years. And, happily, all that time lets you drop all that high school stuff aside and just appreciate who everyone is. And, I must say, this group of folks is aging quite well! Yeah, we're rockin' it! Ooh, and everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to me and I blew out candles and everything! Awesome!
So, when I got home from the reunion and put the empty cookie plate in the sink I was accosted by the little guy.
Little dude: "Why do you always take the cookies you make and give them to other people?!?!"
Me: "Because you always say they're so good, so I want to share them."
Little guy: "There not good, they're terrible, you should leave them here."
Me: "Gosh, if they're so awful, I'll just quit making them."
Little guy: "Aaaaaaaaggghhh!"
I love being a thorn in his side. But mostly I love him!