Cookie Caper

The boys are out, and the girls are in. Who needs a Friday night out when there’s Sp8*nge B*b mac n cheese and chocolate milk? Did I mention, Sidney’s only had a half hour nap today? This actually means mom might get the TV all to herself! Monumental! Tom took Eli to a banquet. I think it’s good Eli has dad to himself and a break from mom. I’m sure I’m not high on his list at this particular moment, but I’m his mom not his best friend. 

I should preface this by saying Eli is a good boy. I will go as far as my mother to say he is a delight to be around. However, at age 9, it’s difficult to impress upon him the reasons we go to such extremes making sure he’s safe on the internet. There’s no gray area with the internet. It’s either safe or it isn’t. Typically, I try not to run our household like a dictatorship, but this is one place I can’t budge. Either he follows the rules, or there are no privileges.

Cookies = Round 1. His face says it all. .

This is the second line crossed over the course of the week. I baked for neighbors. I carefully took the best looking cookies and put them in a crisp new Ziplock with a card. I put a couple of rejects in another bag. Typically, I bake nothing, because I can’t stay away from it. It was a new recipe out of my church cookbook. I walked across the kitchen to retrieve the card and the bag, readying myself to take them over. Imagine my surprise when I found not one empty bag but two empty bags. 

So, today I baked again. Don’t get me wrong I love to bake but who has time to do it twice. So the shenanigans are done. Did I just use the word shenanigan? Wow. He’s really pushing me over the edge.