So I baked up a large batch of sugar cookies. Cut out like beautiful lil angels. I had a plan to decorate them rather elaborately, and since we are a lil tight on finances this Christmas, make them nice as part of a present to a couple of people. So I whipped up my special meringue icing to make them very pretty. I iced 3 which took me about 20 minutes. I had to leave the room to do something, and in the meantime my sweet CL was in the middle of shaking my colored sugar shakers, the lid fell off, and shook the whole container on my 3 cookies, the entire counter including the bowls of icing, and the floor. RUINED!!!!!!
I had to step aside as he rushed down from his spot and went to get the dust pan and broom. Without a word he knew he made a mess, he had to clean it up. It's a family rule and cuts down on a lot of misbehaviors. I just stood there...steaming inside. How stupid of me!!!
THEY ARE COOKIES!
HE IS MY SON!!!
So I have 3 cookies with a little extra blue sugar on them. They go to someone I love. And I think they will still love them, and maybe even think I did it on purpose. The rest of the batch I quickly iced with the remaining icing, with the extra sparkle. Why am I still worked up? This is so silly of me.
After my CL got the dust pan and got most of it, he grabbed a washcloth and was going to use water to get the rest. Which would have lead to a sticky floor, and so he got the rest with the dustbuster. And I am still angry! Why!? He then came to me with a hug and said, "I'm so sorry I made a mess Mom." Ouch, I felt bad inside for being so worked up over cookies. God uses my kids to develop my character all the time.
He took a bath and I guess PD talked to him about it. When he got out he said, "I'm sorry I wrecked your decorated cookies. Thanks for not being mad at me." OUCH!! I guess I hid it well.
So I will have to make another batch I guess. Maybe I will just let them decorate them.
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