Last night we attended the boys' Pack Meeting. As always, the event concluded with refreshments; in this case cookies. There was a variety of cookies: animal cookies, chocolate chip, and . . .
. . . chocolate-chocolate chip!
To ensure everyone was able to receive their just desserts, we were instructed to "please allow the scouts and children to go first."
What insight do these leaders have about the eating habits of the parents?! I laughed at the comment, while quickly scanning for the piggie parent (or is it ME?) and wondering if my curtains were really doing their job at keeping my secrets out of view. But that's for another post.
Let's skip ahead to the car ride home. The boys were comparing their loot, when Brandon announced that he had tasted all the fares, and was currently on his FIFTH cookie, a delectable chocolate-chocolate chip cookie.
Then come the cries: "What?! That's your fifth? How did you get that many?" Oink oink.
"I just kept taking them!" my THRIFTY Wolf Scout beams. Hmmmm, how resourceful. "I'm a FUDGITIVE!"
Clever, right? Chocolate-chocolate chip cookie thief . . . fudgitive. We thought so too and giggled in appreciation. Until he added, "Hey, I'm serious. I was being chased!" He actually thought that was the proper pronunciation for fugitive!