I've been dreading the day when Vaughn would discover that he, in large part, is the subject of this blog and become self-conscious, demanding that I cease and desist my accounts of his escapades (as I have read has been the case with other blog mommies and their children). At 8-1/2 now, and thanks to his "Everybody Reads" charter school's efforts, he is a monster reader. Tonight, I was trying to surreptitiously get in a quick entry, when I spot him hovering over my shoulder, eyes wide, reading my final draft. I hunkered down, preparing myself for the righteous indignation. Instead, he starts giggling, then out right laughing. Really?
The rest of the evening was spent with Vaughn shouting, "Read another one!" and me narrating past blog entries, ending with Vaughn collapsing into a fit of convulsive laughter.
Well, at least this buys me a little time until he understands what all those words mean between the "pee," "poot," "poop," and "butt."
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Vanity, Thy Name is Chocolate Chip Cookies
"Nikki makes the best cookies!"
This is proclaimed as my son is going for seconds on the ones I've just baked. Nikki is his best friend Charlie's mom.
"What!?! She makes better cookies than me?"
"Yes."
"Are they chocolate chip?"
"Yes."
"Are they made from scratch?"
"Yep."
"So...what you're saying is you like Nikki's cookies better than mine?"
"Yep. They're crispier."
"Mine are crispy AND chewy!"
"Yeah, but hers are crispier."
"But that isn't what makes a good chocolate chip cookie. It's having the perfect combination between crispy and chewy. So...you think Nikki's cookies are better than mine?...Huh...I bet she uses milk chocolate chips instead of dark, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well...that's why you like them better...So you really think her cookies are better?"
"I'm just saying! They are a little bit better."
"A little bit? But you said they were the BEST."
"I'm just SAYING!"
Hrmph.
A few minutes later:
"I think the reason I thought Nikki's cookies were better is because I had them with milk...Yeah. That's probably why."
"Yeah...probably."
A few minutes later:
"Actually, Mom, I think your cookies are about equal."
MY COOKIES RULE!
This is proclaimed as my son is going for seconds on the ones I've just baked. Nikki is his best friend Charlie's mom.
"What!?! She makes better cookies than me?"
"Yes."
"Are they chocolate chip?"
"Yes."
"Are they made from scratch?"
"Yep."
"So...what you're saying is you like Nikki's cookies better than mine?"
"Yep. They're crispier."
"Mine are crispy AND chewy!"
"Yeah, but hers are crispier."
"But that isn't what makes a good chocolate chip cookie. It's having the perfect combination between crispy and chewy. So...you think Nikki's cookies are better than mine?...Huh...I bet she uses milk chocolate chips instead of dark, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well...that's why you like them better...So you really think her cookies are better?"
"I'm just saying! They are a little bit better."
"A little bit? But you said they were the BEST."
"I'm just SAYING!"
Hrmph.
A few minutes later:
"I think the reason I thought Nikki's cookies were better is because I had them with milk...Yeah. That's probably why."
"Yeah...probably."
A few minutes later:
"Actually, Mom, I think your cookies are about equal."
MY COOKIES RULE!
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