I was awoken this morning to Cruz’s face pressed against mine, his precious eyes wide open and staring at me. “Mom, mom! I want cookies,” he said. He took my hand and walked me into the kitchen. I dug through the cupboards and found a small bag with a few cookies on the bottom. I could say I fixed him a healthy breakfast first, but I would be lying.
He got to the bottom of the bag and repeated his mantra, “Mom, mom! I want cookies.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t have any more cookies,” I told him.
“Go to school. Get cookies,” he reasoned. He knows that the vending machine in the entrance to his school has cookies and he knows that when he puts a dollar in the machine and presses F3, a bag of cookies drops from the interior rack and he can reach in and grab it. (I have no idea how he knows all of this.)
The morning continues… All of the older kids had left for school on the bus. Shortly thereafter, Cruz’s bus came to pick him up and he headed to school. When he arrived home at lunchtime, he had fallen asleep on the bus so I climbed the steps of, unbuckled him and began carrying him up the drive way. He stayed sound asleep the entire time. I entered the house and attempted to lay him on the couch until his eyes popped open and he said, “Mom, mom! I want cookies.”
My little cookie monster then ran over and grabbed one of his birthday envelopes. Big brother Micah and girlfriend Krista had given him $4 for his birthday. Cruz pulled out a dollar and said, “I go to school. I get cookies.”
Now, really, how could I say “no” to that? Two seconds later, he was in his car seat, dollar clutched in his little hand, and we were on our way to his school.
I pushed a chair up to the vending machine. Cruz climbed aboard, put his dollar into the slot and pressed F3 (again, I have no idea how he knows this) and down drops a bag of cookies. Cruz reached in and grabbed his bag of cookies and gave it a bunch of kisses. He then carried his beloved bag of cookies around, unopened, all afternoon. I guess it was all in the chase.
