My grandson came over, because he had a low grade fever and could not attend school. Rylan never fails to cheer me up. I love him so much. I keep telling him that he is my favorite grandson, because he is my ONLY grandson.
Anyway, Maria brought a small bag of cookies. Julia had made them the day before as part of a cooking contest at home with her younger brother. The secret ingredient was peanut butter. Rylan made a peanut butter dip for veggies, his very own recipe. Julia made peanut butter cookies with chocolate chips. I don’t remember who won. But, Maria thought David and I would enjoy Julia’s cookies.
After lunch, I saw three cookies in the bag. I wondered why Maria had given us only three. Why not four so that David would have two cookies and I would have two. Well, I gave David one cookie and I ate the remaining two. They were delicious.
As I was washing the lunch dishes, Rylan came up to me and asked, “Where are the cookies?”
Me: “Grandpa and I ate them.”
Rylan: “Oh, I thought one was for me.”
Me: “So, that’s why your mom gave us three cookies. One was for me, one was for Grandpa, and one was for you. I’m sorry, Rylan. I didn’t know better. I should have given you a cookie.”
Rylan: “That’s okay, Grandma. I had cookies yesterday.”
Me: “I am such an idiot, Rylan. I am so sorry.”
Rylan walked away, and I finished washing the dishes.
Sometimes, I wonder where my brain is.