I'm a mom.
And if there is ONE thing I should know by now, it's HOW to share.
But it's like I'm 3 (or maybe even 2), I HATE to share.
Someone brought me this -
Yep - it's my favorite! A cupcake!
I live for cupcakes..........and butter, and bacon, and potato chips, and ice cold Coke and....
So I did what any normal, mature person would do when presented with such a gift.
I hoarded it!
I got out a sharpie, staked my claim and put it in the refrigerator.
later on, Brian, looking like the cat that ate the canary lured me in the kitchen and said something about how I should learn to share.
I was immediately suspicious and checked on my stash.
I found the box in the refrigerator, right were I had left it -
front and center on the top shelf
to taunt people.
The box felt weightless.
I knew the cupcake was gone,
but I opened the box anyway.
Really? How mature is that?
Who does that?
I knew Brian would NEVER really eat the cupcake.
So just like the adult that I am,
I whirled away from the refrigerator, stomped my foot, and demanded, "Where's my cupcake?"
He couldn't keep a straight face long enough to convince me it was really gone.
It quickly showed back up.
I immediately wrapped it back up in it's box of safety and replaced it in the refrigerator for later consumption because I am generous that way.
I ate it after church.
It WAS a luscious lemon cake with a lemon filling.
I am so proud of myself for
sharing eating it before it was stale and had to be thrown away.
PS - If you are thinking that giving me MORE cupcakes so there are some to share is a good idea, you are wrong. I will keep them all for myself.
PPS - I SHARED the cupcake! I cut it in fourths and LET everyone have one!