The Saga of the Strawberry Rhubarb Square

We had our graduation/confirmation/birthday party this past weekend and my husband's aunt brought a wonderful tray full of strawberry rhubarb squares covered in powdered sugar.  I couldn't wait for dessert, they looked so heavenly.  I was tempted to sneak one ahead of time, but resisted the temptation.  Little did I know I would regret that decision later.

When dessert time came, I was busy cutting cake and dishing ice cream so I had my sister-in-law set one aside for me.  She relayed that she had set it on a plate in my refrigerator in the kitchen (as opposed to the one in the garage!).

Well, time got away from me and I opted for the chocolate cake and ice cream in front of me, figuring I would save the tasty treat for later.

Sunday we got home from Mass and I was ravenous.  I looked into the fridge, but couldn't find my dessert.  I started digging, taking things out in a frantic search for the strawberry rhubarb piece of heaven that I had been craving.  It was not to be found.  "Who," I pondered aloud, "would go into the refrigerator in my kitchen and eat my strawberry rhubarb square?  The one covered in powdered sugar?"  Apparently I was carrying on a bit much about it, but I couldn't help myself.

Suddenly, Mr 8 yo was calling my name softly, peeking around the corner and motioning for me to come to him.  "I think I know who ate your dessert," he whispered.  "Who?" I asked.  "ME," he  said, and then promptly burst into a tearful apology about how he didn't know it was mine.  Well, how can a mom stay upset about that?

A few minutes later, however, he leaned over and very earnestly said, "You know, that was the THIRD one I had eaten.  They were SO GOOD."  

Now that was just too much for this mama to bear.  My baby, rubbing salt in my wound.  I still haven't gotten over it!

God Bless!