We’re at the rec center twice a week now. Once for the kids swimming, and a second time for Oliver’s hockey. After every visit, the kids beg (and usually get) a trip to the snack stand where they talk us into a slush puppy (because what better drink is there when you’re wet and/or sweaty before heading out to this lovely -16 degree weather). Oliver also always asks for one of their store bought, week old, horribly dry looking chocolate muffins. And I can’t. I just can’t do it. So every week I promise that I will make him some fresh ones at home… and then I completely forget to.
Until last Thursday, and man, was I ever in the good books when he came home from school to these! Double bonus, he won’t bug for them anymore at the rink either. The slush puppy though… well, as long as they have lemon-lime, the kids know I’m an easy target.