who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?
Caleb came home from training and I wasn’t surprised at all to see he’d lost weight during the three weeks he was gone. (This is the part where I’d typically say something about how I need to get on the ‘MRE diet’, but I’ve heard enough horror stories the past month to know I’d not wish a meal issued out in dehydrated form on anybody, even myself.)
So while we were talking about cheese in a foil tube and how quickly you can drop weight by wearing an extra 50 pounds of gear and body armor every day, I’m like “dude, don’t worry. Three days in this house and you’ll get it all back.”
It didn’t happen. But not because I didn’t try my best. I mean, I baked enough sweets to put us all in diabetic shock.
I got up Tuesday morning and promptly made a huge batch of chocolate chip cookies.
And, I don’t know what I was thinking, but I left them sitting like this on the counter Tuesday night. Except the jar wasn’t quite this empty.
And this is what I found Wednesday morning. Please note the strategic placement of the stool and also the crumbs on the counter. And take my word for it, there are several cookies missing.
As I stood there absorbing this, Jackson came into the kitchen and confessed.
“Mommy, I got up when it was still dark and I was hungry so I ate…” he holds up a hand with all five fingers splayed, “this many cookies!”