I had a great idea for today. But my great idea turned out like this:
I'm not exactly one of those "lesson learned" kind of people. You will never catch me saying, "Well, I learned my lesson on that one. I am never going to do this silly thing that I just tried and it didn't work and now I feel foolish again." Because I know better. I am totally going to do it again. And feel foolish. Again. You know, like piping.
I actually scrapped this project. TWICE. And then came back to it. TWICE. Because, he's THREE. He doesn't understand why he can't have cookies because his self-conscious mother is worried about what her imaginary friends on the internet might think.
And then because I still have a desire for him to think I'm great -- I stuck even more cookies in the bucket after taking the picture. And he was happy. And he told me that I was the best mother in the world for spending hours in the kitchen and overcoming my own insecurities just so that I could give my love to him in sugar form on Valentine's Day.
Actually, no, no he didn't. He didn't say anything at all in fact.
He couldn't. His mouth was full of cookie.