My twins always have some friend over at our house.
Recently, their friend T came over to spend the night.
She brought with her, a package of refrigerator chocolate chip cookie dough.
They baked these cookies in my oven.
I could smell those yummy cookies all the way up in my bedroom.
I searched them out - on a plate - on the lap of one of my girls.
I reached in to help myself to a cookie.
"THEY'RE OURS!" my sweet daughter SCREAMED into my shocked face.
"I can't just have a few?" I asked sadly.
"THEY'RE OURS!" my sweet daughter SCREAMED again into her mother's face.
"Just 2. That's all I want - just 2," I begged with my eyes.
"Give her the cookies," my other daughter said from across the room.
"But ... THEY'RE OURS!" the one stingy daughter SCREAMED again... (*sigh*)
She finally gave her poor mother 2 cookies.
No more - just 2.
So ...
The following morning, I went to clean up the family room and I picked up the empty glasses, wadded up napkins and two red plates that were stacked together. I walked the mess of dishes to the kitchen.
Just as I flung the dishes on the counter next to the sink, the plates separated and this is what fell out:
FIVE of THEIR COOKIES (I already ate one of them)!
What do you think I did?
Do you think I SCREAMED through the house:
"CAN I HAVE ONE OF THESE COOKIES?"
"IS IT OKAY IF I EAT ONE OF YOUR COOKIES?"
"DO YOU MIND IF I HAVE ONE OF THESE COOKIES?"
Noooooooooooooo!
I threw those cookies on a napkin, hid them behind my back, tip-toed like a quiet little cookie-eating mouse out of the kitchen and ran as fast as I could, up to my room.
On the upside ... I know - I probably didn't need all 5 of those cookies - I DIDN'T CARE! Sometimes you just have to eat all 5 cookies ... because you can - ya know!