Oops!

I needed to run to the store.
We’re low on eggs.

Jordan wanted to come.
“No” I told her.
“I’ll just be gone a minute.”

She insisted on coming.
Arghhh!

Then my bright idea hit.

“You run in and get the eggs; I’ll run over to McDonalds and get my nightly 3 point ice cream cone.” I said.
“Then I’ll come back and get you.”

Deal.

I dropped her off at the store and drove across the parking lot to Mickey D’s.
I ordered my vanilla cone,
All was right with the world.

Until I got home.

My phone was ringing relentlessly.
They’d hang up and call right back.
I finally picked that phone up loaded for bear.

I am on Weight Watchers!
I don’t get too many culinary pleasures.
My nightly ice cream cone is it!
WHO keeps calling?

“Hello Mom?
Where are you?”

Shit!

“Mom…tell me you didn’t forget me.”

Shit!

“MOM. I am so telling Dad.
I can’t believe you forgot me!”

“Baby…now don’t be that way.
I only get 20 points a day.
That’s like 1000 calories.
My brain is shutting down.
I can’t be held responsible.
Come on…
I’ll buy you an ice cream cone!”

You should have seen “the look” I got when I drove back up to get her.
Something tells me this isn’t going away anytime soon.
And it’s going to cost me a lot more than an ice cream.