This was an incident that occurred about a year ago. My daughter and I still laugh about it today when we think back. I guess it depicts our relationship perfectly. Good times.
My eldest daughter and I spent the weekend at my Mum and Dad’s place, and as we knew we were feeling in a giggling mood, we asked to sleep in their caravan that was parked in their driveway. So that we did not wake them up with our late night shenanigans. After an intense game of scrabble (with my offspring consistently trying to cheat by making up words she tried to palm off as ‘science terms’), we felt somewhat parched and ‘grumbly in our tumblies’ (you said it best pooh bear)! So we decided we should sneak into my Mum and Dad’s house and use their facilities and check the status of their fridge and pantry.
It had been raining most of the night and we were laughing so hard. Without trying to put on shoes we left the warm dry safety of the van on our quest. With ever so careful ninja skills we snuck down the wet driveway whilst being pelted with nature’s gift of rain, we skidded past the rock garden, trekked around the water tanks and up the pebbled path down the side of their house and towards the laundry room door. In hindsight, we probably should have worn shoes. Our mission to relieve our bladders was gaining speed. One by one we marched past what we were sure is lucifer’s henchman (whoever was the snoring culprit – my parents each blamed the other in the morning) and evacuated the 6 coffee mugs from earlier.
As we were passing the kitchen and back out through the laundry we came to a sudden halt! Were those cookies we smelt…and freshly baked? My-oh-my, good thing we came here when we did. We decided that to ensure the residents of the house were not poisoned we should potentially sacrifice our own lives and test these cookies. Actually, since we smelt the cookies, it was an obligation really. Gracious of us I know!
So with deliberation on just how many cookies needed to be tested for quality assurance, we decided on only a handful…each! But wait. What are cookies without a drink to go with them? I mean what happens if are dry? Do we risk scratching our throats? I say not.
So we pondered on our options with our heads in her fridge and decided on the convenient cans of diet coke in the door. It’s like they were calling to us anyway, I mean they were right there. It was fate really. So with pockets filled with cookies and cans of coke in our grasp we were about to enter the walk-in pantry to further offer our food tasting services, but alas…Lucifer’s henchman made a sharp growling snort. To avoid capture, we darted back out the laundry door, ran up the pebbled path, squeezed past the water tanks, scaled the rock garden and bolted down the driveway into the night. Well, into the caravan actually, and once the door was locked, we settled with our haul. Ahem, I mean testing batch.
So if anyone in the house noticed the cookies were largely missing, just remember we only did it with love. Ensuring no one dies from poisoning is a selfless act. Besides…if we were not meant to go in the house, they should have locked the doors. Just sayin!!!
Oh and yeah…FYI….the cookies are clean!
Lilith xo
Awkward Adult 