It's a good thing, too, because as soon as she got home, Vivi pronounced that it was now to be cookie-eating time, not having forgotten the score she made the previous day from Grandma and Grandpa. I handed over the cookie, glanced down at my computer for a millisecond, and looked back up to see this face.
And it was so worth the sacrifice. I just wish I had changed her out of her picture-day clothes first.
I might just imbibe in my own treat tonight, a little of my giant vat of Bailey's Irish Cream that Nate brought home for me. A present, he said, for being such a great daughter-in-law while his parents were visiting. Secretly I don't see what the big deal is, since they are a delight to be around, insisting on paying for everything including our mountainous score from the consignment half-price bonanza and siding with me on all marital squabbles. What's not to love? But knowing what I do about looking at gift horses' mouths, I will gladly accept my tasty reward.
Cheers and many xoxoxos!