We went to the mall yesterday, and while it was a quick trip and was relatively pain-free, I decided to have a sweet chocolate reward.
I bought a brownie at Panera and hid it in my bag, planning to savor it when the kids were asleep.
I just DIDN'T want to divide it in thirds, and let's be honest, the kids would probably beg for most of it since they are as crazy for chocolate as I am.
Also, I didn't want to deal with sharing it in the car and passing it over the seats on the freeway and having frosting on the car seats.
So I put it aside, and when I got home and it was oafter one, I had some work to do before I could enjoy that sweet brownie. I needed to get the kids into nap time diapers, nurse the baby, read a story to them, and they say, "Happy Nappy!" to both kids.
After I put DHH down for a nap, I stopped by to check my email in the computer room. EK was in the living room alone for less than five minutes - something that's not that ordinary since she can crawl and loves to play a little Find and Seek, crawling around until she sees us and then squeals. I was expecting to see her little head pop into the doorway as I checked my email, but I didn't.
I heard some rustling, and I called for her. I heard only a giggle as a response.
I moved in for a closer look.
She'd gotten the brownie from my bag, from inside the plastic clamshell container it was in, and had devoured most of it. The frosting was all over her clothes, my bag, and her face.
I said, "What are you doing?" and she started giggling.
I laughed and that made her laugh harder.
We shared a good laugh, which turned out to be just as sweet for my soul as the brownie would have been!