Friday, May 18, 2007
Chips Ahoy!
Current mood: amused
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
I recently went shopping at our local Publix supermarket. (This is a chain that seems to be prevalent in the Southeast.)
As I drooled my way past the bakery counter cake display(I can only window-shop, since I’m trying SO hard to avoid getting gestational diabetes), I noticed a sign by the cookie display:
“Free cookie for child 12 and under, accompanied by adult.”
Hmm…
I then looked down at my protruding pregnant belly.
My twins were most certainly under 12, and they were, for the present, unavoidably accompanied by an adult – me!
So, with cravings in hand, I boldly went forth to the counter and announced to the attendant that I had two children, under 12, and that they were certainly being accompanied by an adult. Then I pointed to my protruding abdomen.
The attendant blinked, then went to confer with her supervisor.
And thus it was that I ended up walking away, clutching two chocolate-chip cookies in hand.
My husband, who regularly puts his cookie boxes (yep, that’s right, the fiend scarfs down entire boxes of chocolate chip cookies – organic ones – about one box per week,) up on a high shelf so that I can’t snarf up a whole box at one sitting (pot, kettle, who cares? All’s fair in cookies and war!), looked at me with his patented, mournful, begging puppy-eyes™ and shamelessly even made little pathetic whimper noises, hoping I’d share some of my booty.
Nuh-uh! I (self-)righteously proclaimed that these were for my two children, and I intended to see that they got ’em, one way or another. And as he was missing that all-important placental barrier that would convey the essence of cookie-goodness to our children, it was my duty and obligation to eat both of those cookies myself.
Ahh…the sacrifices we mothers are called upon to make for our children…
