Youngest and I got smarter tonight.
We all came in late from seeing the Little Mermaid. Youngest and I lingered in the lobby while everyone else went upstairs on the elevator (mostly because I didn’t want to be on an elevator with Fun Sink.)
Youngest noticed the cookies all packaged up, and she felt she’d had too many Milk Duds at the movie so cookies weren’t a good idea, but she thought they might be nice to bring everyone for the road trip tomorrow. We grabbed some, put them in my pockets, and headed upstairs to the cousins room.
Fun Sink was ready and waiting on the other side of the door. She came in immediately when she heard us come in, thinking she would bust us. Sorry, Fun Sink, nothing to see here. She left, then came back a couple minutes later. Still nothing to see.
I was just saying goodnight to my kids at that point, and she found another reason to come in, a hairbrush or something. Still nothing to see. I discreetly put the cookies behind the tv and told the kids they were for the drive home.
Imagine being that person, the person who thinks she is the cookie police. It must be miserable.
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