How To Embarrass Your Tweenage Son...a remix.

It's been one of those days today.

Printer won't work.

Heavy things fall on toes.

Ran out of tissues...again.

Grumpiness everywhere.

I need a giggle.

Today that giggle is going to come at the expense of my son.

(sorry buddy)

Here's a little remix, hope it lightens your day!

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....

AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!

MOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!

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.