P. Diddy Carter

Carter asked me yesterday,


"Mom, what is a 'brother from another mother'?


Wow. Hmmm. Not sure where to take that one.


I just told him it was like a best friend.


Then he said, "Great! Isaiah and me are brothers from another mother!"


Oh well.

The Oreo Bandit

So, I made some cookies. Not just any cookies...Homemade Oreos. Mmmm. I don't ever make homemade oreos just for fun. They are used strictly to impress, if you will. But they are for sheezy tasty, and they are a great way to say thank you to someone. It turns out that I had four awesome women to thank.

It took me 2 hours to make those flippin' oreos with the homemade cream cheese and pink-tinted frosting. I was definitely multi-tasking all afternoon and feeling a bit on edge. I happened to have a busy week with church responsibilities, my preschool and my own family activities, so my window of time was limited to that afternoon only.

When all five dozen cookies were done, I took several out for my own family (because I'm kool like 'dat) and put them in a ziploc. I took the rest and packaged them in cute bags with a nice pink bow with THE EXACT AMOUNT IN EACH BAG FOR EACH FAMILY. I then placed the bags in the freezer so the cookies would stay nice and fresh. I could then deliver them in the next couple of days. Please see Exhibit A below:

You may be asking, "Why go to all the trouble Leslie?" Is it because I am a Martha Stewart wanna-be? Is it because I have an extra two hours everyday that I needed to fill? Is it because I have nothing else to do but hum a tune and roll dough balls? No, no, and no. I did it because I wanted these women to know how truly appreciated they were. (And let's be honest...to impress. Otherwise I could have just bought oreos, right?)

Now, let's back up and look at this cute guy.

Please see Exhibit B below:
Yeah, he's cute alright. Cute and always hungry. You know what happened. It is such a husband thing to do. While I was out, this cute guy and our children finished off the cookies that I had reserved in the ziploc. That's quite alright...that's why I reserved them some. Well, apparently, they were really extra good because when I walked in the door later that evening, this here cute guy is chewing and chomping on yet another oreo. He had helped himself to a cookie in one of the pretty bags with the pink bow AND THEN RETIED THE BOW...SO THAT MAYBE I WOULDN'T NOTICE???

Me: "Where'd you get that?"

Cute guy: (Acting all innocent) "The freezer."

Me: "You have got to be kidding me." (The steam is shooting out my ears.)

Cute guy: (Huge twinkle in his eye, trying not to laugh) "I didn't think you needed those anymore."

Me: "When in our 12 1/2 years of marriage have I EVER packaged cookies for you to eat?! I had those counted out perfectly for each member of their families! I can't believe you ate one!"

Cute guy: "Sorry. They are just cookies. I'll make some more if you want."

Me: (I'm just plain getting nasty and rude now because I WAS SO MAD) "Oh no you won't Mister! I want them to taste good and look cute!"

Sneaky Willy. Sneaky Willy sent his wife into a psychosis.

I woke up the next morning thinking that maybe I overreacted...oh, I was mad at him. I didn't let him off the hook though...he really needs to NOT be eating cookies packaged with pink bows...EVER! (I think that's pretty engrained in him now...heehee) It's not the first time I've gone psycho on him, and I wish I could tell you that it was going to be the last. Do not worry though...no need to contact the Dr. Phil show. We are going to be okay because he is the cutest oreo bandit I know.