Throwing Mama under the bus- Noah style...

Noah's kindergarten class made the mothers in their class a cookbook. Cute, eh? Wait.

The whole idea behind the cookbook was that each child would tell the teacher their favorite food that their Mom prepares for them- in their own words. Sounds easy enough, right?

Want some examples?

1. Turkey meatball heroes (Mommy cooks the turkey, mixes it with bread, shapes into balls. You get the point.)
2. Pasta (Mom boils the water, melts some butter, adds the pasta.)
3. Pizza (Mommy spread sauce onto a tortilla-looking thingy and adds yellow cheese and cooks it at 1000 degrees for 4 hours. Yeah- there were a few of those too.)

My son? Chocolate chip cookies. I was excited, I mean excited, to see what he would have to say about our cookie-making skills as a team. What did I find? You just look for yourself:

Yup. Plastic.

Are you kidding me???? Do I ever use prepackaged cookie dough? Yes. Is it often? Since Clara has been born? Yes. Since I started using coupons? Yes. However, this kid forgets 6 years of making cookies from scratch and condenses all his cookie-making memories with Mommy into one short period of time.

Arg. I really battled my pride on this one. I know it's not the biggest deal in the world. Like one of the other Moms said, however, I feel like I owe every other Mom in class a formal note to inform them that we do, in fact, make our own cookies. Isn't that ridiculous? Who cares what other Moms think? Unfortunately, me.

I know, I know. I'm working on it.

At least he made me a cute picture to go along with his deception =)