My mother-in-law brought over two Milano cookies for each child, neatly labeled with their names on three little bags.
I love Milano cookies.
I immediately gave each child a cookie. They loved Milano cookies too. Then I put their little neatly labeled bags on the counter.
For three days I stared at those little neatly labeled bags. I love Milano cookies. But there was no way to sneak one, because inevitably a child was going to remember them and ask for them, and then his brother and sister would want theirs, and I would be caught.
But I love Milano cookies. And have I mentioned I'm nursing a newborn? Ever eaten a meal with a woman who is nursing a newborn? We eat like linebackers, friends. Several times a day I would walk into the kitchen to get a protein bar or yogurt and stare at those little bags.
I can't, I would think.
But I love Milano cookies.
Then tonight, after staring at them for days, inspiration struck. It occurred to me how I could have one of the kids' Milano cookies.
I ate them all.
Then threw away the neatly labeled bags, obviously.
They were so worth it.