The other day I came home from work and couldn’t find my baby. She was missing. So was Lindsay. Initially I was wrought with fear that something terrible had happened. As I glanced in the kitchen I noticed that there was something missing… the corn flake cookie bars were nowhere to be seen. After a little more searching I had all the evidence I needed. Caught red handed (or was it chocalote handed) in the cookie jar.
It was hard to be mad at her for something that still made her so damn cute, but I knew some parenting was in order. I cleaned up the mess and returned to unleash my wrath but I couldn’t do anything but smile as she tried so hard to fake being asleep.
Maybe it was just the shirt, but I couldn’t do anything at all. I bounce her and jostled her so she would wake up so I could have a stearn conversation about eating the last of my cookies, but all she was interested in was a quick bowel movement.
And with that I guess it was time for Lily and her co-conspirator to go to bed.