Wherein we display our enviable dramatic skills
I baked oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies the other day. Because I wanted to give my son a treat. Because sometimes I can be a kind and loving Mother. It’s not like Henry never gets treats, kids; he gets them pretty much every day, but for whatever reason, these cookies made him suspicious. What is she planning? What is she trying to accomplish, with this whole homemade cookie junk?
At least I think that’s what was going on. All I can say is, he ate a single cookie in the oddest, most irritating way possible. As if there might be sprouts or poison lurking somewhere within the cookie. I was going to write about it, but I couldn’t possibly describe his insane cookie-eating method in a way that would do it justice.
So instead, Scott and I reenacted it for you. Here you are.
Dramatic Reenactment of Our Son, Eating a Cookie from Alice Bradley on Vimeo.










June 18, 2009
Reader Comments (136)
You hit every nuance on the head.
Welcome to my world.
LOVED IT! More! cuz if we don't laugh, we'll cry...
:)
Not this time. I heard a weak little noise coming from his computer, and I went over there and found him literally helpless with laughter, tears running down his face, almost falling out of his chair, just silently laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing.
A winner is you.
As for your little film: very funny. But I think you need to fire the continuity guy: your chocolate smudges were migrating ALL OVER YOUR FACE!
;-)
How did you resist from smacking the cookie out of his hands? It is a cookie for crying out loud! Henry has such a hard life, being forced to eat a cookie. I don't know how he does it.
This time, you actually brought genuine tears of laughter to my eyes.