A Quarter Something

ETHAN: "Mom, can I make cookie dough?"

ME: "Sure, I love cookie dough. What kind of cookie should we make? How about my favorite...chocolate butterscotch oatmeal!!"

ETHAN: "Ok, where's the recipe?"

ME: "In the box, make sure you follow it exactly...it's not a hard one."

A few minutes later after I put McKinley and Evan to bed....

ETHAN: "MOM!! Oh no, I put in whole wheat flour instead of brown sugar!!"

ME: "That's ok, just add the sugar now, the flour won't hurt it"

ETHAN: "Ok."....

A few more minutes go by.

ETHAN: "Mom, this doesn't taste right, you try it"....

Famous last words. It reminds me of early in our marriage when I asked David to try the milk because I thought it tasted bad. Of course he did and it was bad. He has NEVER done it since!!

I smell the dough...smells great. I look at it...looks delicious. I grab a huge bite and AAHHCCHH!! A great big salty mess.

ME: "Ethan, how much salt did you use?"

ETHAN: "A quarter"

MOM: "A quarter what?"

He shows me the CUP measure. Yes, a quarter cup of salt is too much. It can't be saved and is smelling great in the garbage can. Oh well...