So, I decorated these cookies late one night.
Not a whole collection,
just a couple.
I was doing some corsets for a bachelorette party and wanted to try something different.
I left them out to dry on the kitchen table, and went to bed.
The next morning was a school day.
I always try to send Ethan downstairs first, before his little brother,
so that he can get his books and lunch together
without a tornado spinning around his ankles.
Needless to say, I completely forgot about the half-dressed cookies
I left on the kitchen table....
...where he makes his lunch as soon as he gets downstairs....
What The Heck!!!!
Not only was his eleven-year-old self completely mortified...
I'm reasonably sure he's convinced his mother is a freak.
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