A Cookie Story

I have read some blog postings where others muse about the way they personify themselves on the blog they write, and whether these personifications are true to life, or if they represent themselves differently than they "really" are.

Here's who I really am, and my goodness, what a picture it paints:


On the way home tonight from work, I thought about all the Christmas cookies that were waiting for me, ahem, us, at the house.

As soon as we got in the door, I told T we were going downstairs to eat cookies and then we would have supper. Indirectly, I'm sure M heard about this, but my statement was really addressed to T. I'm still holding out many sweets for myself, ahem, I mean, holding out and not letting M eat alot of sweets, because she's just a baby.

I grabbed a ziploc baggie of spritz cookies and headed downstairs, T at my heels. When I got downstairs, I handed T a cookie. Then I ate some myself. He stared at his cookie, then he pointed at the bag. "Cookie." "Cookie.", he shouted.

I ate some more cookies while I pointed out that he had a cookie in his hand and surely he was going to eat that one first, before he got any others. He stared at his cookie dejectedly. I ate some more cookies, then I realized that his cookie was a sort of rectangular shaped spritz. I thought perhaps he didn't realize that it was a cookie. I thought perhaps maybe he mistakenly thought all cookies were round. I took his spritz and gave him a round cookie.

Not paying any attention to him, I popped his spritz into my mouth. I ate some more cookies as I realized that I was in the midst of a skirmish. T was pointing at my face and trying to climb up my leg. He was saying, "That's my cookie." "Mommy! That's my cookie." "Cookie." and still reaching and climbing to get at the rectangular spritz that I had already chewed and swallowed.

Thinking quickly, I looked down at the bag of cookies in my hand, pulled out a rectangular spritz, palmed it, and fake spit it out from my very full mouth of cookies. I handed him this whole and perfect spritz and he gratefully accepted it ("thank you, mommy"), but still he pointed at the bag of cookies, and said "Cookie." "Cookie." I looked down and the bag was empty.

I think he just wanted more than one cookie at a time. I don't know where he'd get that piggishness from.