My daughter, The Girl Who Thinks She’s a Bird, as turned into some sort of track rockstar. I asked her the other day if she wanted me to bring anything to her track meet (I was thinking along the lines of Gatorade or a pear). “How about cookies” she said. “The Brownie Cookies”
“Ummm???? Okay. How many would you like?”
“Well, there are 125 kids on the team, so how about 250 cookies?”
(Picture me with a blank stare)
And off to school she went.
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