Christmas Cookies
They were frosting the cookies and adorning them with sprinkles.
The Banana: Can we eat all these cookies?
Me: Nope. We are giving them to the neighbors.
The Banana and Mr. SP: WHAT! We don’t get to eat ANY!?! You are giving ALL of them away?
Me: Well, you can eat one when you are done frosting and save one for lunch tomorrow.
YaYa: And you are giving ALL the rest to the neighbors?
Mr. SP: Why do they get ALL of these cookies?
Me: Because they are wonderful neighbors.
Mr. SP: Couldn’t we just give them one or two cookies and eat the rest?
Me: Nope. The neighbors deserve LOTS of cookies.
YaYa: Why?
Me: Because they are incredibly patient, listening to you whine and fight and argue in their backyard all summer long.
Mr. SP: (aghast and spoken innocently) Well it isn’t OUR fault we whine and cry all the time!
Me: (laughing at the ridiculousness of this) Well whose fault IS it then?
YaYa: Well, if you wouldn’t make us go outside, they couldn’t hear us whining.
Ahem. Goodness gracious. For the record they happily decorated the cookies and happily donated them to the neighbors in the end. Even they could perceive how ridiculous they sounded. Mr. SP was the most patient and careful cookie decorator of the bunch, creating some masterpiece cookies. The Banana was beyond excited later in the evening when I sent her and Dr. Peds to our neighbor’s doors with the cookies and Christmas cards. She skipped all down the street singing, and saying over and over how this was the MOST FUN THING ever. She took great delight on excitedly pounding on all the doors of the neighbors and handing them the cookies and cards.
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One Comment
Siri
Yesterday we went caroling to friends and neighbors. Sig was game, Jo goes with the flow, Micah was TERRIBLY EMBARRASSED! What kind of a mother makes you sing a joyful Christmas song on someone’s front step? What sort of cruel punishment/torture is this? The first house he hid behind me for 3/4 of the song before I realized it. The second house he stood behind the door and barely moved his lips. The 3rd house he sang a bit. The 4th house he required no prompting. After the 5th house he asked if we could stop at a few more places–as he ran back gleefully to the car, full of joy and energy. Unfortunately it really was cruel and unusual punishment to Kari. What 2 year old understands stopping at a house and gazing at new toys and fun friends from a distance and then leaving before getting to playing AT ALL?!! So we had to go home, much to Micah’s disappointment. And we gave away all our “Rhonda Bars.” Which are a huge favorite here. KIDS!