Shhh, don't tell mom!

We had a great time having the Guenther Gang over last night. In my usual unorganized style it was taking a little longer than everyone would have liked to get dinner in the table, especially the kids. Aunt Meg came to the rescue with what some parents might consider an inappropriate appetizer of Trader Joe's Candy Cane Joe-Joe's (holy cow are they delicious!). She did this by saying "G, shh, don't tell your mom we're having cookies before dinner!"

Fast forward to today, just before lunch, when G spotted the cookies on the counter that Meg so kindly left here (thanks Meg, thanks!! Like my fat hiney need a box of cookies in the house). He, of course, wanted one and when I told him he could have one AFTER he ate a good lunch he proceeded to launch into meltdown mode. I took one out I the box and showed it to him and said "look, here is your cookie. Let's put it in the table for you to know that you get to eat it AFTER you eat a good lunch." Thankfully that calmed him down. Then I explained "last night was a special treat that Aunt Meg said you could have a cookie before dinner"" G's priceless response was "Aunt Meg says shhh". I couldn't help but smile. Nothing gets by that kid!