Yesterday, toward the end of our day in the city, we stopped at Wal-Mart for groceries. Morgan was helping me get the things on my list and was putting things in the cart on the sly. When I was putting away the groceries at home, I found a package of those frosted sugar cookies Wal-Mart sells from their bakery that they decorate to match whatever the current season or holiday.
I said, “Morgan, let me show you the baked cookies on the counter and the refrigerator full of cookie dough ready to be baked.”
Morgan: “I forgot that you make cookies.”
SHE’S BEEN AWAY FROM HOME FOR ONE WEEK AND SHE FORGOT THAT I MAKE COOKIES.
This is thy sheath;
there rust, and let me die.