A Chip Off the Old Block?

My mom claims that when I was a kid I was always really good about giving her notes from the teacher or telling her when I needed something for class.  If I was supposed to bring brownies to school I would tell her a week in advance, while my siblings would wait until 11 p.m. the night before to drop the bomb.  Not me, I was always organized and prepared, or so say my mother.

I thought of this on Tuesday when Andy asked me if I could make him a pie for school.  They are doing some sort of auction in class and the teacher listed a pie as one of the things they could bring in to auction.

Andy:  Mom, can you make me a pie to take to school?

Me:  What for?

Andy:  We're doing an auction, you can bring in all sorts of things like McDonald's toys or a pie.

Me:  When do you need it?

Andy:  Thursday.

Me:  No, haha, I cannot make you a pie by Thursday.

Andy:  Can you make me cookies then?

Me:  Yes, cookies I can do.

I started to think that the great gift I had bestowed upon my mother of always giving her ample notice was lost on my son, until I asked him when he found out about the auction.  On Tuesday.  So, turns out the kid did let me know as soon as he found out, it's the teacher that didn't give fair warning.

I guess I got lucky after all.  On top of that I got to make cookies this afternoon which, for some unknown reason, I love to do and always puts me in a good mood even though I don't eat any myself.  I think they put the rest of the family in a good mood as well, because when I got home from taking Andy to basketball practice I noticed that the container of leftovers (that didn't fit in the container I am sending to school with Andy tomorrow) looked like it was missing a few.