We went out to dinner to a place of his choosing and, at the end of the meal, let him decide what he wanted to do for his birthday dinner dessert.
His choice?
"Mom, I want to go home and have you make your homemade cookies, because you make the best homemade cookies in the entire universe."
No joke. That is exactly what he said.
Which made me feel all...awwww.
Until I reminded myself that I don't really make cookies. Like ever. As in, I am not sure if Caleb has ever really, in nine years on this planet, had truly homemade cookies made by me before.
Brian quietly laughed at the whole situation as we drove home as I went through the mental list of what we might have in the cupboards.
We got home, I sent the boys down to play Wii and I did what I had to.
I grabbed the keys. And I headed to Lunds.
Soon I found myself standing here. Feeling alternately guilty and exhilarated. And thankful for the brilliant souls whoever created break and bake cookies.
Even better? A 2 for $5 deal. Done.
Oven pre-heating at home, I marched up to the express check out lane where, of course, I had to ask the checkout guy to take a photo of me.
"Oh that is very nice!" he said as he handed my camera back to me. As if to say, "No worries lady, I get nutty bloggers in here all the time taking photos of themselves buying cookies at 8:10 on a Saturday night. But the photo I took of you is one of the better ones."
I quietly snuck back in the back door to my pre-heated oven and slapped my not-quite-homemade break and bake cookies in the oven and set about pouring some milk to top off the deal.
Forty-five minutes later, because, you know, my oven is dying a slow, hideous death and can't hold it's heat, I had a tray of Mom's Hot and Delicious (not quite) Homemade Cookies.
And I had a happy 9-year-old.
He didn't ask. I didn't tell.
But it was all good.
He's right. I do make some darn good cookies.
P.S. And speaking of really delicious stuff that you don't have to make yourself, you might want to pop over here for my most recent giveaway.
