Twinkle: A Telling Tale

Amusing story.

Today, my mother-in-law whisked Twinklette away for the morning while I browsed the men's sweatpants department of Target, trying to find the same "halfway cool" ones Lola's husband had on a few years back.

Here's how the exchange went down:

Me to Mr. Twinkle: You're really wearing sweatpants to brunch?

Mr Twinkle: But Mr. Lola's wearing sweatpants!

Me: Yes, but Mr. Lola's sweatpants are halfway cool.

(I'm still sorry for the backhanded compliment, Lola and Mr. Lola!)

Y'all can guess that I don't personally care for the look, although Mr. Lola's sweatpants were fine as far as sweatpants go. For lounge/sleepwear I favor the cotton or flannel pj look, which Mr. Twinkle also embraces; as for going out of the house in sweatpants, well it's not something I actively support. Anyway. I was trying to be nice and give Mr. Twinkle something he'd love: sweatpants. So that's what I did while Twinklette was with her grand-mama.

Here's the real story.

So when MIL and Twinklette came back, I thought I'd throw my mother-in-law a bone, it being the season of peace on earth and such. So when they came in with a plate of cookies they'd made and decorated together, I said, "Oh--I made your almond icing for a cookie exchange last weekend and my cookies won."

Well, you should have seen her eyes light up. "My icing won? My icing won!" It took her a few minutes to internalize this bit of information. "I can't believe my icing won!" "My icing's famous!" She was still talking about "her" victory long after the subject had changed. It really was nice of me, because it seemed like it made her whole week. I've seriously never seen her so happy.

I didn't have the heart to tell her that the cookies won for presentation--before a single one of them had been tasted by anybody. I also didn't remind her that I was actually the one who made the icing. I didn't want to diminish her personal victory, after all.