Taking candy from a baby...

The kids and I were very busy yesterday. We had breakfast with Santa at a community centre a few minutes from my sister's house - but a few minutes from my sister's house is almost an hour and a half from ours. It was hell getting out of here before 8:00, but totally worth the drive, the kids had a fantastic time.

When we got home I had to bake sugar cookies for the Princess's JK class. They're having their Christmas party today and I promised 25 cookies, plus icing and sprinkles, so the kids can decorate their own. The Princess was a big help, rolling and cutting out over 40 teddy bear cookies. I promised her that she could decorate the rest t home tonight, so she can leave for Santa.

At 6:00 I was madly cleaning up the kitchen and trying to cook dinner for my tired hungry children, when Hubs called to say he'd be late. He walked in almost an hour later, just as Bad was throwing his last piece of tortellini to the dog. The Princess was bouncing up and down, excited to see her daddy and begging to open her advent calendar. Exhausted, I told her to wait for daddy. I should have known better. She waited while he ate, while he changed his clothes, and while he checked his e-mail. When he finally got around to joining us in the living room, he and the Princess found the door with the little 19, and he helped her get the chocolate out. Then he opened up Bad's, and shared the chocolate with him.

"Mmmm..". Then he noticed that there was still a chocolate under the 12. "You missed one!"

"No", Bad just shook his calendar and some of the chocolates moved around. I don't know what day that belongs to yet."

"Oh well." Hubs said. And then he ate the chocolate.

"Hey! I told you not to eat that! What's wrong with you?"

"What? He's just a baby....he doesn't care. It's fine." And he opened up another door, and ate another chocolate.

"Stop it! Those aren't for you! I bought those calendars to teach the kids about waiting for Christmas! You're ruining it!"

"It's fine. Stop yelling at me. It's fine."

"It's not fine! You're stealing chocolate from your son's future!" At this point Hubs started laughing at me, and maybe I did sound ridiculous, but I was mad, and you guys know what I meant!

The Princess came to my rescue. "You're naughty Daddy! You say sorry to Bad right now!"

And then, this morning? Of the 16 sugar cookies I'd saved for the Princess to decorate at home...guess how many were left? 2!

"Well I didn't know they were for decorating! I didn't touch the ones for school!"

I'm so upset I made fudge. Well, I'd promised to bring it to my sister's for Christmas Day anyway, but I made it early. I'm going to have to hide it though, what with Hubs's apparent case of PMS.....and now I have to make more sugar cookies! Gah!