There is craziness afoot in this house.  For some reason, my family thinks that because there are Christmas cookies in the house, they should be able to eat them.

WHATTTT????  Those cut-out cookies that took me all day to bake?   Are you crazy?  What made you two think that they are for eating? 

My husband is faced with a terrible dichotomy--dealing with my insanity and his need to eat every cookie he can get his hands on.  I keep finding either The Boy or His Dad with the large ziploc bag in his hand.  I started to hide it, but to no avail.  This morning I came down to find The Boy standing in the middle of the dining room table, routing through the Christmas box from his aunt, yelling "COOOOOOOKKKKKKIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE."  With that he yanked out the bag that I had stuck in there last night when no one was looking and grabbed two.  Two being his second favorite number.

Two being the number of cookies he is allowed to have.  He is catching on to our scam of taking one cookie and splitting it in half, offering him "two" instead of one cookie.  Now he looks at my TWO cookies and says, "No, MAMA, TWO cookies."  Damn.  What can you do when they become smarter than you?  And he isn't even 2.  I am so screwed.

So here we are.  Cookies for breakfast.  Cookies for lunch.  Cookies for dinner.  Who needs nutrition when you have cookies?  The detox on the other end of Christmas isn't going to be pretty.