The Cookie Monster
A story about getting more than one bargained for.
Tonight was pizza night because it’s Friday and that’s what we do around here.
After pizza of course, there must be dessert. I don’t know how or why this dessert thing started but it’s a thing here. Most nights we find something in the pantry or she digs around the freezer and somehow comes out with a petrified popsicle from last summer.
Tonight though - thanks to my mother-in-law - we have home made chocolate chip cookies in the house. I asked for her to make them for me and they are a little too good and too available when I walk by them - because I have no will power and a growing waistline to match.
I have a cookie-eating friend though and dessert this past week has been all cookies all the time. But we don’t just grab a few cookies from the jar and eat them because here..Chocolate Cookies are an event!
She had me pull up her little table and chair and she setup a little cookie shop where we all had to lineup and get our one cookie doled out to us on a napkin. After we ate our cookie, the adults starting talking and it wasn’t until about 10 minutes or so later I realized the cookie store looked like it was still open after hours and the counter girl was stuffing her face with cookie number three because they are chocolate cookies and the opportunity was there.
After I removed the tray with less cookies left, I snapped this photo of our little thief caught red chocolate handed and told her that last cookie in her hand was the last cookie of the night.
She took this news well because she knew she had been busted and it’s better to keep quiet when you get caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
Diet starts tomorrow,
TH and Co.