The Gift Of Being Related To Me

I've got skills. If you want to be honest, I'll go so far as to call them spiritual gifts. Most of them involve sugar. My bounty overflows in this area of expertise.

I rally strongest for those I love. I offer my skills to those closest to me. I'm trying to reach the world one sugar granule at a time. It's a daunting task, but one I was born to do.

I've been trying to give the twins Oreos for at least 2 months. My stingy sister claims they can't have them because they're not healthy. What hogwash. I started out my campaign by offering up an Oreo Cakester. I reasoned that they are softer and will melt quicker. Initially my sister stood her ground. But, I held firm and made a vow to offer these babies my spiritual gifts. Thus, I continued to torment her with my requests.

On Sunday, my sister started to crack. Looking back, I think she was just sleep deprived and not thinking clearly. I screamed for my kids to grab the Oreos quick. Sheer delight. Watching the experience will provide me with happiness for a week.

Watching Keagan gum her cookie reminded me of Makell at this age. I can clearly remember handing her a Reeses cup IN THE WRAPPER. She had that goody unwrapped and in her mouth within 12.6 seconds. As I looked at her, my heart filled with pride and a small tear formed in the corner of my eye. What more could a mother ask? 8 months old and fully capable of opening her own treats. My job is done here.

In my book, the twins are way behind on their sugar skills. I'm going to have to double my efforts. Channel my strengths where they are needed most. I've decided on a good game plan. Nothing too drastic, just a slow ease into the good life. Don't you worry, I'll help them reach their full potential one M&M at a time.