Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar...

On Wednesday I took the three younger kids to the store. We were out of milk. And anyone that knows me, knows that I pretty much never buy JUST what I went there for.. I always end up with much more. And every time, I proclaim I need to work on that. Of course the one item I didn't purchase was baby wipes which we promptly ran out of after we were home and they were, uh, needed. Figures.

Anyway, even though it's been 4 weeks since the car accident, I still have a hard time when there is a lot of noise- I get very overwhelmed. My kids are loud (there is no Quiet switch) and tired kids walking through the store resulted in much, MUCH loudness and some crying (you should hear Kaitlyn cry!). I knew I wouldn't even have a chance to make it through the check out line unless I resulted to having their mouths stuffed full of something.. so I opted to go with tiny sugar cookies that were covered with frosting and sprinkles.

It totally worked.

And by the time we reached the car there was still a large amount of the cookies left. Excellent. I knew that Drew and I would enjoy a few of them after the kids were in bed that night.

Carson, however, had other plans for the little bites of sugar.

I walked into my front room to see HALF of my couch covered in the remains of cookies. Yes, plural. There was no way that was from one little cookie! I grabbed the camera, sighed, and moved on.


I was pretty sure I knew what I would find upon entering my kitchen.

a) Many cookies eaten.
b) Sprinkles everywhere.
c) Crumbs from here to there.

And I was mostly right... just wrong on the consumption levels.

Nice.

I questioned the children and Carson proudly proclaimed he had pushed the chair over to the counter and and helped himself. At least he admitted it.

And I guess it's good he at least shared too... Kait's little mouth was covered in bight green goodness.

She was so sad when she asked for more and I told her they were all gone.

(pssst, look at her pig tails! First time I've done that!!)


Lucky for Drew, I did find one cookie on the table that was less than half eaten, so I saved it for him. And there was even 3 sprinkles left untouched!

Sadly, one of the kids cough:Carson:cough managed to sniff it out and it had vanished by the time Drew was home.

Oh well. It's usually not safe to consume something that a child has eaten and picked at anyway.

Seriously.