The Eldest told me she needed cupcakes to take to a function. I thought of the tons of goodies I had made for school bake sales, Girl Scout functions, school parties, and I didn't have to bake any more! No more rushing to get baked items frosted and packed while leaving the oven on.
The Eldest baked her cupcakes while I was paying bills in the kitchen. She pulled the last batch out of the oven, set them on the cooling rack, and made a beeline to her room.
"Is the oven supposed to be on?", I shouted.
I heard a scream and then a wail. "OHMYGAWD, I'm turning into you!"
Now that’s a good mother! Handing down your best traits! LOL
ReplyDeleteHa! I'm turning into my mother too!
ReplyDeleteNot as funny when it happens to us, but hilarious when it happens to our children.
ReplyDeleteSooo funny!!
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