Whoopie Pies

So my good friend Megan just bought a house. It's crazy, everyone's buying houses up here. Anyway, she had a sweet painting party the other day and invited us to help.

Knowing that Abilene, Andrew and I would only do more harm than good in her house, I decided we would be more of a help by dropping off Whoopie Pies and ducking out before Abilene could leave her fingerprints on any of Megan's freshly painted walls.

Earlier that day, as I was making the Whoopie Pies, Abilene saw some of the finished product and definitely asked for a snack (well, "nak" as she says). I can't blame her - they're super good - but I just couldn't give that much sugar, chocolate and Crisco to a 17 month old. So I declined her request and pushed the plate of Whoopie Pies away from the edge of the kitchen table.

Well, between growing a little bit taller each day and Andrew needing his diaper changed, Abilene had just enough height and just enough time to snag a Whoopie top while I was out of the kitchen.

I love how she left the "nak" I did give her (an apple fruit crisp) and Andrew's sock as if those mementos would equal the cost of a Whoopie top... and the fact that she clearly dragged the top across the table to get it down.

Like I wouldn't notice the chocolate crumbs on her face.

I'm sure this will be the first of many, "Hey! How the heck did you...'s" but at least now I know how far back I need to place things on the kitchen table.