The Mother of the Gremlin usually picks up either the ingredients to make a
treat over the course of the week, or some sort of
mix. Then she and the Gremlin spend a few hours cooking and making themselves sick on sugar (which is LOTs of fun for Daddy to come home to).
The Gremlin, being party to most of these trips to the store, asked to make brownies last week. The MOTG thought about it, but was a bit busy, so she tried to put him off.
"Buddy, let's make them tonight, okay?" The Gremlin looked up at her.
"No, momma, before my dad gets home."
"Buddy, we're doing to make them tonight, I'm busy right now."
"No momma! It has to be before my daddy gets home!"
"Why does it have to be before he gets home?" The Gremlin glared at the MOTG.
"Mom, I know about the cookies." He took her blank look to mean that she needed a reminder, and the Gremlin stormed off to his room. The MOTG - having just been stomped out on by a 3 year old - was still standing in surprise in the kitchen. The Gremlin walked over so she could see him and slammed his tiny hand on the table.
"This is what I'm talking about. THIS!" He pointed emphatically and put his hands on his hips. The MOTG walked over to the table to find the empty Break and Bake package she and I had finished off the night before, and put in the trash already.
Favorite Toy of the Week:
Curious George Zoo Hide and Seek Zoo