On Monday evening, at approximately 9pm, a crime was committed in our kitchen.
The homemade chocolate chip cookie which had been carefully wrapped in foil and placed on the side ready for No 1 Son when he came home from school the following day was demolished.
Not even a crumb remained.
Yesterday when No 1 Son came home from school I made him a ham and cheese toastie. When he’d finished devouring this he took his plate into the kitchen. And then came the question: ‘Mum, what happened to the cookie?’
At this point I could have lied. I could have said the dog ate it. Or it accidentally fell on the floor. But overcome with remorse I did the decent thing and ‘fessed up.
To which No 1 Son shook his head, sighed, and walked out of the room.
How do you control your inner Cookie Monster? I’d love to know. Because apparently I have no willpower whatsoever.
Don’t be ashamed – it happens to us all. If you find the secret of not giving in…please let me know. I typically use the “but its not good for you” excuse, but as mine grow older, I suspect that will simply stop working…
I have really great willpower, would you like me to lend you some?!
Uh oh confession time, I did this with my sons Creme Egg but I fibbed. I told him that it had melted and so I ‘had’ to eat it so it didn’t make a mess. I replaced it the next day and after seeing his tiny face crumple when it wasn’t where he left it I have learned the error of my ways (well maybe!)