Decades later, I can laugh. But I’m sure I was not happy at the time. As a Brownie and Girl Scout leader for my daughter, I recall for a few years having our living room filled with boxes of Girl Scout cookies.  I get it now that having all those boxes stacked high was just too tempting for my 4 year old son.

 

I recall one day walking down the hallway from my bedroom and passing his. I stopped in my tracks, as I tried to understand why I heard crunching. Yes, crunching coming from his room. When I turned around, all I saw was a little pair of legs sticking out from under his bed.

It didn’t take me long to realize that sound was him eating cookies, while hiding – well, hiding most of his little body – under the bed. The giveaway was him rather loudly eating those cookies. Yes, he had brought one box to his room and was enjoying a cookie feast.

 

I don’t recall exactly how I explained that the boxes of cookies may have been tempting, but he was not allowed to take any. I do recall trying so hard not to laugh at his attempt to enjoy the cookies, but forgetting about his legs sticking out from under the bed. That was a momwhelm moment I still remember. That 4-year-old cookie cruncher is now a 47-year-old father of two teenagers! And I still smile, when I see that picture in my mind.

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Remy A.