Just like all of you, I’ve been baking and decorating and shopping and baking and wrapping and baking and… lots of baking. And lots of boys asking if said baked goods were ready to eat yet.
Earlier this afternoon I was super-exhausted-I-need-a-nap-or-I’m-gonna-fall-over kind of tired. Just a quick power-nap.
(Dear Earplugs and Dark Room, I love you…)
Anyhow, I left a note for the Big 3, knowing they’d all be filing in from school while I took my little nap. It said, “Yes. You may each have One.” I drew an arrow, indicating the cookies on the plate right below them.
While I was sleeping, Conner changed the note.
Not sure who the joke was supposed to be on, but Devin got an extra cookie that way, and all Conner got was an Irritable Mommy.
(Grant has since made his own note proclaiming “You can’t eat all.” Thanks Grant!)