Three Cookies (a tragic poem about the love and depravity of mothers)
Three Cookies
This is a tale of three cookies,
baked with a mother’s love the night before.
The mother placed them safely… lovingly into the pantry,
To delight her offspring once more.
Hard work and devotion made these three cookies,
As transferred from freezer to heat.
Yes… three pre-made… pre-cut cookies,
rested warmly on a silver sheet.
Small eyes would be wide… their tummies in love,
Three cookies… three kids… makes one happy bunch.
Praises would be bestowed upon their mother,
This display of glee would commence tomorrow… after lunch.
Tomorrow became today,
How could this mother have known what to expect?
Oh… this day would be full of fighting,
whining and poop rubbed deeply into the carpet!
11 o’clock came to pass,
this mother… you see… she’d gone through much.
Sadly… this story goes,
the three cookies didn’t make it to after lunch!
(or the offspring’s tummies)
I SUCK!!!
Sounds legitimate to me. Those little poo stainers didn’t deserve a cookie.
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That’s right… darn Youngest and his love of poop!!!
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Aw! I think this is inevitable in life as a parent! My goal is to not “tax” each of my mom’s treats the way my mom once taxed mine … but occasionally there’ll be moments. And it’s OK. 😀
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I should have known to bake more… but I more than likely would have just eaten more!!!
I love yummy treats!!!!!
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Hear that! Anthony always tells me to practice self control when we have treats in the house. He usually says this after we’ve gone from six peanut butter cups to zero in about two minutes.
I counter that I practice self control by leaving them out of the house. 😀
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I know… men don’t get it… I have self control just not if the “good stuff” in IN THE HOUSE!!
I usually send whatever bake goods I’ve made to the office with Paul the next morning… it’s the best thing for everyone!!
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Chocolate chip cookies are my FAVORITE treat!! There’s no way these cookies would’ve made it till morning. I love eating cookies with a hot cup of coffee.
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You’ll just have to make it up to them.
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LOL I am the only one in my house allowed to eat dessert for breakfast (so I have to hide it when I do) sorry kids, but you’ll be grown-ups one day too and then you can do as you like.
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Yeah I’d never let my children’s eating habits mirror my own… parenting has to have some perks 😉
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I LOVED this post…it made me smile and not feel so bad about eating the frosting off of the Halloween cupcakes I just made. Seriously…who does that?
Mamas do 🙂
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Sugar is amazing! !!
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Oops!
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You saved them from more poop!
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I would eat the cookies, too.
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