When I got home from work today I had to pack for the beach. I had started a few piles, but had a looooong way to go. It was going to be a long night.
Paint boy greeted me with a cocktail and a smile. He is already missing us. We head upstairs for me to start the packing and him to just talk and keep me on task. I was almost finished when he came up behind me and started his snuggling thing he does when he wants something.
Paint boy- Will you do me a favor before you leave?
Me- Sure, ( eyes rolling, I think I know where this is going and his birthday is NOT for 6 months!) what can I do.
PB- Could you make me chocolate chip cookies before you leave tomorrow?
Me- (thinking, I have to pack for 3 people to go to the beach for a week, cook dinner and now make cookies from scratch.) I would love to make you a special treat.
PB- Well... I don't want this to sound wrong, but I don't want the organic-y ones you make from scratch. I want the kind that come in the tube, like you used to make a long time ago.
PB- I just remember them being REALLY good.
Me-( thinking, as opposed to the ones that I make)What ever you want.
He just left for the store to buy rolls of processed cookie dough.That he thinks are going to taste really good. compared to mine.