Remember the days when you were a kid and your mom would take you for a special treat at Merritt's Bakery? You'd stand there looking through the glass bakery case looking at all the sugary goodness trying to decide which delectable treat you'd indulge in? What choices...frosted cookies, colorful cupcakes, donuts sprinkled in the colors of the next coming holiday. What a treat those days were.
Well...I never had those days. I didn't grow up here in Oklahoma. I grew up in a small, SMALL town in Kansas. We didn't have Merritt's. We had a Peter Pan...and...Dairy Queen. If I did grow up in Oklahoma, I bet my mom would've taken us (all four of us) to Merritt's for "Special Treat Day." Because that's the kind of mom she is/was-the awesome kind! (I love my mom)!!
Anyway, today I took my two little ones to Merritt's as a reward (follow through on a bribe, really) for not fussing about going to the Y and being cooperative all morning. They gazed through the bakery case, jumping up and down, pointing at each yummy treat before each one finally picked a great big cookies decorated at cute as could be with lots of colorful icing.
Josie with her cookie--a flower with a cute little lady bug.
Patrick chose the Fish cookie
We got in the car, they each took a bite. About 3 minutes down the street Patrick declared that he really didn't like his cookie ("can we go to Starbucks and get me some pumpkin bread since I don't like my cookie?" Me: "no"). Josie took a couple bites then proceeded to take the 2" of colorful frosting and smear it all over her jeans, car seat, hair, hands, face, shoes, socks, shirt, jacket. It was a mess of epic proportion.
We're not going back.