Obviously, I’m very good at humiliating my son. And I’m confident that the older he gets, the better at it I will be.
Today’s egregious fathering fault was daring to suggest I send in a batch of cookies for him to share with his class.
Yesterday, I tested out a recipe for eggnog snickerdoodle cookies. His favorite cookie combined with his favorite holiday drink.
He loved them. And I had about 30 to spare.
But this morning the suggestion that I’d pack them up for him to bring to school resulted in a narrowly averted meltdown.
Apparently, it would be humiliating for him to bring in that sort of treat when it wasn’t his birthday. I have no idea why.
Whatever.
Here’s hoping what I did pack was better received. I settled on whole-wheat tortillas smeared with cream cheese. One was filled with ham, then cut into sushi. The other was filled with cucumber and rolled into cigars.
Add a pineapple yogurt and a slice of ricotta cheesecake (gosh, I hope that isn’t too embarrassing!), and I say that’s good enough.
Oh, the humiliation of being 8…
I think the cookies sound great and would have enjoyed them had he shared them with me. Are you going to share the recipe?
I will! I’ll link to them in a couple weeks when they move on the AP wire.
Ahh the trials of being young. I mortified my 6 year old when I dropped by her school on Halloween with some cupcakes for her class. The horror.
That was pretty damn horrible of you!
My 12 year old daughter still lets me give her big things of cupcakes for school. Im lucky i guess
Lucky indeed! You’d think my kid would be happy for it…