Amid a craving for sweets, I made a batch of chocolate chip cookies on Sunday. We’ve learned pretty quickly around here that a certain someone will eat far more than his fair share. Within a day, what began as a golden, chocolatey dozen and a half will dwindle to two or three.
Chris seems to be the most frequent loser.
“I thought we had cookies,” he declares, thoroughly confused as he rifles through pantry drawers and cupboards.
“They’re gone.”
“What? How could they possibly be gone?!”
We’ve run through this exchange countless times with very little variation. Perhaps it’s brownies or pie instead of cookies.
After witnessing this travesty too many times, I began divvying up treats. We each get a portion in a bag or wrapped in foil with our first initial written in sharpie, treats somewhat evenly divided (the kids always get more, unless it’s pie; I don’t give up my fair share of pie).
True to form, Edwin’s bag is now empty, Chris is closing in on nil, and Maxine and I are tied with three cookies left in our bags.
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