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!