As I was leaving for the day, a co-worker thrust a pre-packaged white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookie in my hand. “Put this in your purse or I will eat it!” she said. I happily obliged and promptly forgot about it.
About 3 a.m. the next morning, I rolled over in bed and glanced at the alarm clock. I guess my movement stirred Josh awake, because the next thing I heard was, “immmmphhhkkkeeee.” I am not fluent in Mumblish, so I responded with my usual, “Huh?”
This time he spoke more clearly: “I want a cookie!”
*beat*
I reached over to my purse, found the cellophane-wrapped delight and handed it over. The look on his face was priceless.
Josh, I just want you to remember the time you woke up in the middle of the night, asked for a cookie, and your amazing wife conjured up one at a moment’s notice.
Ooo. Erin Tracy, the Magic Maker.
Nice work – not many people can produce cookies on demand.
-R.
That is hilarious. You should write, girl… You’re so witty (like David Sedaris or something). I definitely think you’re a keeper!