One night, when I was 4 o r 5, I was mad at Mom. Dad asked me to get him a chocolate chip cookie. "Get me one, too!" Mom called up the stairs after me.
I came back down with 3 carefully chosen cookies.
"Daddy, this one is for you. It has LOTS of chocolate chips in it."
My mother looked at her cookie. "And mine," she said trying not to laugh, "has 1 chocolate chip in it."
I believed all lessons were best learned with chocolate. "You made them." I said. She never used a whole bag of chocolate chips in the cookies. The woman "conserved" on everything.
1 comment:
hey ar least she never wasted a whole batch of dough to get back at her sibling.
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