So, on Saturday, I baked six loaves of bread, not knowing how much would actually be needed for the people at church.
(As it turns out, hardly any was needed, but I didn't know that at the time this happened.)
I told my grandsons ( 7 and 9) that I needed the bread for church, so we weren't going to eat any of it.
Then, I came in the kitchen and saw THIS:
"But grandma," he said, "It smelled so delicious and it tastes so good."
I didn't get really angry, but I was upset because I didn't know how much bread we would be needing. So, I told him he should always ask...and that we were needing it for church....
Then, a few minutes after the rebuking, I saw this:
Okay, so, I guess home-made bread is just impossible to resist for a 7 year old.
When I told his older brother that I should not have gotten upset, and just said to myself; Will this really matter in 5 years?
Eli said, "Yeah, grandma, it will be a funny memory that we look back on and laugh about!"
I love kids!
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