Friday, March 13, 2009

What The... Friday

On March first, #1's birthday, some girls brought him brownies... Ahh how sweet! Loving Mommy that I am, I transferred them to a glass plate and covered them with plastic wrap so that they would stay fresh.

The next morning I heard his 16 year old brother trying to talk him into sharing his brownies, "Come on dude, one brownie."

"No, they're my birthday present, leave them alone."

"Just one, I'll grab you one too, we need a healthy breakfast." Huh, isn't that bribing him with his own brownie?

"No! Leave them alone!" #1 is grumpy in the mornings, and stingy with his treats.

I grabbed the plate and stuck it in a cupboard so I didn't have to defend the birthday brownies from 5 other boys.

Fast forward to this afternoon. I pull the plate of untouched, rock hard brownies out of the cupboard; I make a mental note to have a little conversation with #1 about hoarding food, sharing, and even an esoteric thought or two about "casting your birthday brownies on the water..."

An hour later I return to the kitchen, the plate is empty.

What The...

We're talking, two week old, stale, rock hard brownies devoured by 6 younger brothers. So much for that little lesson.

So, as is often the case I wrote this, posted it then read it to Adorable Hubby. He, of course always, laughs hysterically or sighs appreciatively at my brilliant writing.

After hearing this post he sat quietly for a minute then chuckled wryly, "I had one of those brownies" he said.

What The...


Heffalump said...

Well, at least they didn't go to waste!
And hopefully no one broke their teeth trying to eat them!

Suz said...

When you need a chocolate fix you need one.
Give me a brownie and a glass of fresh milk, good to go.
I eat the chocolate chips from the pantry. No wonder I never make chocolate chips cookies.

Anonymous said...

That's a definite What the...!? Yuck. Boys.

LeShel said...

I love this!! you should definitely write for some magazine. I must say I would have eaten one of those brownies also. But I love that your husband confessed to the crime. How great is a home of boys!!!

Techno Grandma said...

Sounds good to me--you've inspired me to do brownies for breakfast!

Gill said...

ROFLMBO! That is too fuuny! Is Dad being led astray by cooler kid or is he leading by example?
Too funny!!

Real Mom, Real Life said...

Hey, a little milk and they soften right up.

My kids will eat ANYTHING that is chocolate... and they are kind enough to leave a little chocolate trail all through the house...

3 Bay B Chicks said...

I am just amazed that you did not succumb to the power of the brownie, Boy Mom. Seriously. It was chocolate. I am not as strong as a woman as you.


in time out said...

funny. this was a great story. and yes, you are a great writer. thanks for sharing. i really found this to be fun to read. happy monday....and I agree with broken teeth...yeah.

Mr. and Mrs. Nurse Boy said...

Come on...I would have had to down at least one...they were CHOCOLATE, after all. I am with Suz, when you need a chocolate fix, you need one. It is that simple. Of course, my reason is usually I am not sure about everyone else in your home. But, I have never met a brownie I didn't like.

Mrs. Nurse Boy

Mummy McTavish said...

Sounds like my house. What the...?

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