my youngest calls from the kitchen,
“mama, can i have cookies for a snack?”
having learned my lesson many times before,
i walk to the kitchen to find his little green bowl
full of cookie crumbs (nevermind that it was sitting next to the open cookie tray).
‘hey,’ i say, ‘what are the crumbs already in your bowl from?’
with a straight face
(i do not know how kids don’t crack themselves up) he says,
‘those are grape crumbs from the purple grapes i ate earlier’.
then he waits, fully expecting me to nod and okay his cookie request.
i know he expected me to buy his story by the look of shock on his face
when i questioned his ‘grape crumbs’ theory
and ultimately denied his request for more cookies.
i did in the interest of fairness, offer him ‘more’ purple grapes for his snack.
ha. not my first rodeo.