Sometimes my parents really crack me up. I called to say hi in between Sunday sessions of conference. I was talking to my mom and I asked her what the heck she was doing because I couldn't hear her.
"Oh, I'm, uh, opening a box of Cory's cookies from Good Earth. He'll probably get mad at me because they're for a trip tomorrow. They're really expensive too--$4." (Cory is my brother, by the way.)
I laughed because my mom is famous for pillaging sweets from us kids. "Well, then don't open 'em. Stop, mom, while you still can!"
"But they look really good, and I'll only have one." Crackling noise ceases. "Mmm, they're vanilla ones. Really good."
My dad enters the convo. "Hey, Tessie, I want one."
"Alan, you just got through reminding me that they're Cory's, and now you want one too?"
"Just one, come on."
Grumbling, she gave him one. "Oh, I how I hate that he always has to copy me all the time!" she told me. Then, to him, "Hmmph. Why do you gotta copy me all the time? And why'd you just give me grief over opening them in the first place?"
Boy, my parents can be so crazy. I love that they were sneaking cookies from my brother in between sessions of conference. lol