Girl Scout cookies were delivered today. I'm the cookie mom for the troop, so that meant that I had to haul and sort over two thousand boxes of cookies. (I did have a little help.)
Let me tell you, it's a real workout carrying those boxes up and down my basement steps!
So, after all of the cookies had been sorted, my son came downstairs to have a look.
"Are these cookies for me?" he asked.
"No, and please don't touch them."
Of course, that's an impossible feat for a six-year-old. Two seconds later he had a box of Tag-A-Longs in his hands.
"Put that back!' I hollered. "Where did you get that?"
"Um, I think it was here. Or maybe it was here. No, it was here."
If I have to recount those cookies again, I think I'm going to die!