Ooey Gooey Cookies

I go to have snack with Turner yesterday at school. I will simply relay the conversations I had from the time I stepped out of the car until I got to Turner in the cafeteria.

Marsala, his previous teacher in the 2year old room, is carrying laundry out the front door. She sees me and waves a big wave. "Hey there. I hear you have some cookies for me."

"I do?"

"Yeah. Turner came running up to me today in the trike yard and said I was special and that he made cookies for me."

"Oh really."

She laughs. "Yep. I asked him where they were. He said they were at home. I told him I couldn't eat them if they were at his home. He said, 'Yeah, well my Mommy is bringing them. That's her sponsibility'."

I laugh. "Yeah. We made cookies for the UK/UofL game. I'll bake a few and bring tomorrow."

"Yum. He said they were nothing but butter."

"That's pretty true."

I walk into the school and meet Dave, the director's husband who does desk duty in the afternoons.

"Hey there Amanda. How are you?"

"Great Dave."

"I hear you have some cookies for me."

"Yeah, I'm hearing something about that too."

He laughs. "Turner came running up to me as soon as he saw me today and said that his mommy had made me gooey cookies that are best 'fresh out of the oven'."

"Well, I prefer to have them fresh from the oven. Marsala said he offered her some too."

"Yeah. I think he's been spreading the love around today."

"What else is new? I'll try to bake a few and bring them in."

"Normally I would say don't bother but he really said they were wonderful and that he thought of all his school friends while he was making them. So, I think I'll take you up on the offer for some."

"OK." Let's see, when will I have time to bake them...

I step into the cafeteria.

"Mommy!"

"Hey Turner. Have you had a great day?"

"I took a nap today." I offer accolade that goes on too long I'm sure. "I told Ms. Marsala and Ms. Becky and Mr. Dave and Ms. Jo and Ms. Carolyn and Ms. Peggy all about your cookies. And all my friends want some too."

"well, I don't know if we have enough to share with everybody, but we'll make some and bring them tomorrow."

He puts on his pouty face. "But I promised them. I can't tell them something like that. It's not nice." Yes, of course, it isn't. Of course.

"We'll work on it, OK."

I am now baking, writing, and getting in the shower so I can pick him up in fifteen minutes. I can get two batches done then, right? That will passify the adults and we'll work on kids tomorrow.