In our house, our children like to eat sweets. Brownies are a favorite. I usually don’t have a problem giving them a brownie when I have them, but with Johnny’s food allergies, I am limited in my food choices, and one of the only sweet things I can have is Vegan brownies. I made a batch a few nights ago, and, today, Emma came down and begged for a brownie.

Of course, I told her no. They were MY brownies. I DO NOT SHARE. I, after all, am the mother. I do not have to share my food. So, I don’t. Especially not when it’s special hypo-allergenic, HEPA-filtered brownies!

A minute or two later, Gracie came in the kitchen to tell me that Emma was up brushing her teeth:

“Mommy! Emma’s busshin her teef!”

“Why is Emma brushing her teeth?”

“Because she ate a bwownie!”

Emma had not only eaten the brownie she had been forbidden to eat, but she had then gone upstairs to brush her teeth to rid her mouth of the evidence. And her baby sister ratted her out! Too much CSI: Miami at Grandma and Grandpa Carty's house.

I love my kids.