So here’s the situation: my son, who is an adult, lives with me (long story not relevant). Luckily, we get along fairly well. Mostly.
On Wednesday night, I went to my mom’s for supper and brought back some pasta with homemade Marinara sauce, meatballs, and… brownies. Yum.
And before you go saying, 'yeah so what,' let me just say that these are not your average brownies. These are the best brownies I’ve ever had. Ever. So I snagged some for the son, being the thoughtful mother I am, and two more for me (she cuts them small. Honest).
Today I come home for lunch, thinking I’ll have those brownies after my sandwich. But upon opening the cabinet I discover they have vanished. Of course, I know instantly where they are and when we walked tonight, my son admits his guilt - without any hesitation at all. none.
He said he woke up in the night, thirsty, went to get some milk, and thought, what goes with milk? The answer came back as - what else? - brownies, and he briefly considered whether or not to eat them. But he decided in the end it didn’t matter how angry I might be. He didn't care. Because he knew that the pleasure he would get from eating them was worth whatever I might dish out. That’s how good they are.
And to be honest, I can’t say I might not have done the same thing.
These must be some magical mystical brownies!! Wow!! It's great though that you and your son are able to talk about this honestly!! I'd have denied all knowledge and blamed the cat!! :-)
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He's a guy - he sees food, he eats it!
ReplyDeleteI'm with Old Kitty, surprised he didn't blame the cat!! Hah.... Enjoy your weekend, Marcy.
ReplyDeleteOh my god! I would have spanked him! LOLOL Er, probably not a good idea for a grown man, huh? ;o)
ReplyDeleteAw, what a thief! In our house, it's my hubs who is the brownie thief. Must be a guy thing!!
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend!
My boyfriend steals my ice cream when I'm not around. A couple weeks ago, I left my orange sherbet in his freezer. I didn't worry because he told me he didn't like sherbet. Then, when I stop over he tells me that not only did he eat the container of delicious, creamy goodness, he bought another container and ate that one too! Unbelievable. Nothing sweet can safely be left at his apartment.
ReplyDeleteI see I'm not alone :) Next time I'll have to hide them.
ReplyDeleteHaven't been very good at commenting recently but still do check in via Reader. Cute story!
ReplyDeleteI would have done the same thing as your son, (Smiles) especially if they were that good. And even if you hid them, I'd probably find them. I'm good at finding things -- especially brownies. I love rice krispie treats, too. YUM!
ReplyDeleteIn my house, we'd all know it was Gabbey. You can practically put your hands around her waist and have your fingers touch -- but she's like a horde of locusts.
ReplyDeleteOld Kitty, they truly are the best brownies.
ReplyDeleteAlex, I'm guessing you've done this before.
Sheri, he should've tried to blame the dog. But either way I wouldn't have bought it since the brownies were safely put away in a cupboard.
Jessica, maybe a good thump upside the head...
Marisa, I agree. It has to be a guy thing.
Laura, I'm thinking next time I'm going to hide any brownies I get. I upoose it would be hard to hide ice cream though...
Thanks Danette! Glad you came by :)
Buffy. Oh yeah. They were that good.
Dianne, If Gabbey's the girl to blame doesn't it follow that someone (you, perhaps) could snitch something yummy and divert suspicion onto the logical suspect? Not that I would do anything like that...
Though I don't agree that it's a guy thing ... might I suggest next time, melting a little ex lax on the top. That should do it.
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