Please do NOT eat these cookies. It is my birthday. They are for my friends at soccer.
I was about to enjoy a just-before-dinner snack when I noticed the above note taped to the top of the lid that I was holding in my hand. I had just come home from work and found a container of CrazyMom’s chocolate chip cookies on the counter.
It was one of those crisis moments in my life. A thousand thoughts flashed through my head – nobody is around – but they are her birthday cookies – but I bet there are enough – but what if she ends up a cookie short at soccer practice?
Ah, the dilemmas we face in life.
After one more delicious whiff, I reluctantly put the lid back on the container.
|F.G. protecting her last two birthday cookies.|
“But what if the coach asks for a second cookie and I don’t give it to him? Maybe he won’t let me play then,” said F.G. with a grin from ear to ear.
“Either way you lose,” chimed in Ed. “You might as well make dad happy instead of coach.”
“He will let you play,” I reassured F.G. “He is not as mean as I am.”
When I pulled up after practice to pick up F.G., the coach came up to the car to let me know how much he enjoyed finishing off the cookies.
Good thing for F.G. he was just kidding.