Making Brownies

While slugging through some code tonight my mind made a valiant effort of escaping the after hours torture I was putting it through. The thought of a conversation I had with Ashley this past Sunday came to mind.

Just as our sabbath day was winding down Amber and I went to great lengths to plan an evening with brownies without Ashley learning of it. After all, we were trying to get her to bed. We were perfect in keeping our secret all afternoon and evening. So well, in fact, that for a split second I had forgotten that the dessert was a secret when I uttered the word 'brownies' while carrying a tired Ashley up the stairs.

As the sound of my transgression lingered in the air, I paused hoping Ashley hadn't noticed. Maybe she was already asleep on my shoulder, right? Wrong. For the following two minutes, while preparing for bed, Ashley repeated the phrase, "Mommy's making brownies." In frustration, I ignored her, hoping that the subject would change her train of thought. I didn't.

After hearing my blunder repeated over and over, in defeat I finally said, "Ashley, I don't know what Mommy is doing."

With a look of concern that I had some how missed the point that she was trying to make, Ashley leaned in as if to fill me in on a secret. After making eye contact Ashley explained with a nod, "she's making brownies."