Monday, October 15, 2007
A proud domestic moment.
Brandon and Allison walk into the kitchen where I am with the little ones.
"Look Brandon, I made your favorite cookies!" I announce.
He walks over to the oven. "Oh. Baller! (translation: Cool) Can I have one?"
Allie walks up behind him and looks at the cookie sheet. "Yay Mom! I love it when you bake."
Their favorite cookies:
And this is why, sadly, my children will never be referred to as Epicurean.