The great "brownie caper"

I tend truly to be fairly spartan with "treating" myself to just about anything, however the opposite is true for mama and the toddler. i'll get them damn near anything they want (sorry but that indiana jones whip just didnt make the "acceptable cut" hell it didnt even make the "so drunk i forgot my own name cut")
keeping this in mind, there are very few "treats" that come into the house that i get exclusively for myself, if it aint my generous heart that gives my goodies away then begging or pouting is usually successful (think basset hound with crocodile tears,and the resultant effect on me. and you might be able to imagine the sound of my spine snapping in two from wherever you are right now.)
while grocery shopping today i decide to indulge in one of my "daddy treats" (MINE.... iiitttssss mine.... my ppprrreeeccciiiooouuusssssssssss!) two bite brownies! now for those of you unfamiliar with this little gem of the modern "convenient" grocery shelf, let me enthrall you with a simple description.

take your most delicious "childhood memory 6 inch square 2 inch thick brownie" (well maybe they were a tad smaller.. but i digress..) and then compress them into a tiny 1 inch square (or round) sinfully delicious bite sized piece of brownie goodness.

now often when muching on these i will relent and share ONE with the mutant (the dangers of the mutant consuming too many brownies can not be imagined.... i will forgo sharing them with you, as i would not want to permanently damage you) and then go happily back to knocking out the remainder of the bag..

well todays selection were "entenmanns" brownie delights, which come packaged in 6 small bags inside a much much much (ridiculously larger) box. i started chomping on my brownitygoodness well before i was scheduled to fix dinner, and promptly lost myself in a chocolatey fugue (utterly robbed of any intelligence from the chocolate, i vaguely remember giving the mutant 2 whole brownies)...

said reverie was rudely interrupted some time later (time unknown) by a rather surly mam "wondering" aloud perchance when one might be able to obtain a "proper dinner" for herself and the mutant. properly chastened into action by the subtle hint (subtle, like being kicked by an elephant) and proceeded into the kitchen to make shrimp po boys.

30 minutes later.. freshly made shrimp po boys for EVERYONE. now understand jr LOOOVES fried shrimp, and this being right near his bedtime, usually eats like a starving wolf (mind the fingers lest ye return a digit or two short of original equipage). tonight was a little bit strange as he ate ok, but just not with his normal gusto, then promptly passed out on the couch.
awww the little sucker was just a bit hungry and waaay tired......

jr's asleep.... time for desert!!! ........(BROWNIES, you perverts... sheesh!) and reached towards the entemanns box, .... only to discover it was totally empty???? what the hell.. oh well musta atte em all.. (this sux.. majorly sux) with nothing else going on, i scoop jr up of the couch haul him up to my shoulder and take him into his room to lay him in bed for the night.
upon crossing the threshhold of his room, my bare feet step on something slippery and damn near break my back trying to stay upright and not drop the child at the same time.... heart pumping 200 gallons a minute, i lay jr in bed, tuck him in, and investigate what damn near killed me...
lo and behold two EMPTY brownie bites bags...........
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................stole them........ while i was cooking dinner???? oooooohhhhhh this lil bugger is getting dangerous......
might bear some more cautious watching from now on..... or maybe ill just hide my brownies better..... yeah thatll work!

peace
-dawg