Tom and Jack met me at the door to help unload. They zeroed in on the cookies. Tom set the oven to preheat (which takes forever) and laid the cookie dough out in a perfectly spaced pattern. Jack, of course, wanted to try them, but Daddy said 'No Jack, we need to cook them first'. Jack went into the living room and Daddy popped one in his mouth.
About five minutes later, as I was upstairs rocking June to sleep, I hear the excited pitter patter of Jack's feet as he ran into the kitchen and then ran back out. Hmm. What is he up to, I wonder? I know Tom is sitting in the living room watching a movie with Jack by his side. Another minute or two pass and I hear the feet again. I think 'he's into the cookies'. Then AGAIN I hear the feet. I finally get June asleep and head down stairs.
There's a good five or six blobs of cookie dough missing.
'TOM!!! Didn't you wonder why your boy was running into the kitchen every 30 seconds?!! Didn't you?!!'
He looks at his little cookie monster and then back at me. Stammers. Gives a sheepish grin. Err.... umm... ahhh....
Yeah, buddy. NO EXCUSES.