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.