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The cookie

To the people who were staring at me in the sub shop, the answer is yes. I ordered my two and a half year old daughter a cookie for lunch.

No, I didn’t order her a delicious sandwich like mine, or chips, or fruit. And in case you were wondering, no, she didn’t already eat a meal, unless you count the goldfish and fruit leather that she snacked on for most of the morning, although that was surely enough to fill her tiny, “I barely eat enough to keep a bird alive” tummy.

Nope. We were running errands all morning, and by running errands I mean we were shopping, like mothers and daughters sometimes do when the older sisters are in school and we’re free to spend those precious, carefree hours as we please.

So when it came time to grab some lunch, we stopped at my favorite local sub shop, where I ordered my second favorite sub, an Office Favorite — egg salad and bacon — on wheat (the #1 favorite is the California Club, if you must know), with chips that I never eat at home and a soda that I never drink unless I go out. Which I almost never do.

And then I impulsively threw in a “chocky chip keekie” for my girl. Because I knew she would like it. I knew it would make her happy.

And oh boy, did it make her happy. She consumed that cookie with a gusto that is only reserved for kids and sugar. She diligently licked each of her fingers clean, only to smear more chocolate on her face in the process. She has this adorable, albeit messy, habit of wiping her nose and her mouth with the neck of her shirt. But you probably don’t notice that.

Maybe you’re staring because she’s cute, and I have to say I don’t blame you. Maybe you’re staring because you think I’m a negligent mother. After all, I’m eating a sandwich, and she’s eating a massive disc of butter and sugar.

But in the end, she won’t remember that I took her out to lunch and ordered her a boring ham and cheese. She won’t remember that I pleaded with her to eat a few bites before giving up, wrapping it in a napkin, and taking it home “for later.”

She’ll remember that she got to order a gigantic, delicious, big-as-her-face chocolate chip cookie for lunch, no questions asked. No bribing, no “just one more bite.”

 

And I’ll remember getting to eat my own lunch in peace. In about the amount of time it takes a two and a half year old to down a giant cookie, which is longer than you’d think, because this girl savors every single bite. And I didn’t even have to let her play games on my phone.

So you may remember the lady who had the gall to order a cookie for her two year old.

I’ll remember getting to share this day with my girl.

Also, know that I gave her an apple later, so it’s kind of a wash, no?

 

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Leigh Ann Torres
Writer, artist, wife, cook, maid, bookkeeper, mom to twins plus one...all around genie in a bottle, except you only get one wish, and it has to be reasonable.
21 Comments
  1. I love this. Cookies=memories=peace=happiness>a healthy lunch for one day

  2. I think it’s great! Sometimes it’s worth it not to argue about eating something they aren’t going to eat just to take it home and go bad in the fridge because they won’t want it later either. It’s worth it to make them happy and be able to enjoy your rare lunch out. It’s worth it to have a great memory of a great afternoon with that great girl!! :) I swear she gets prettier every time I see her…but then again so do the big girls!! :) I can’t wait to see and hug all of you in a couple of weeks!! :)

  3. mmmmm cookie good. yum yum yum yum

  4. Oh this story just tickles me pink!! It is almost as you are living my life (2.5 year olds are all quite the same in the end). If I can get my son to eat anything other than leather fruit strips and goldfish crackers for lunch, then I consider it a miracle from above. Sometimes, a big, giant, delicious cookie is the only way to go! Besides, I know that it would be a total waste of money to order the sandwich and cute little fruit cup anyways. I love this post…and Logan thinks the little girl eating the “tookie” is “Awwww, so tute momma!”

  5. Good for you, Leigh Ann. And good for her, too.

    Well, not exactly *good* for her. But I know that you know what I mean.

  6. 10 years ago, I totally judged moms who let their kids watch TV to their hearts’ delight (well, within reason) so they could get work done, or have some peace to themselves – at least give them some educational toys, moms! Last week, and this week too, as I’ve had a sudden surge of freelance work come in, I think I let my kid watch more Blue’s Clues and Word World than those moms combined. (Oh, and I got over my judgement about 9.5 years ago, in case you were wondering.)

    • Oh I remember doing quite a bit of judging before I was a mom too. Even when I had the twins. When #3 came along, all bets (and judgments) were off.

  7. LOVE THIS!
    Thank you for the reminder that it’s okay once in awhile to give them a little happiness.

  8. Perfect metaphor for, well, everything. Not all cookies should equal guilt. In fact, guilt is a dangerous, useless emotion. So go eat cookies – and enjoy every minute of it!

  9. Love it and have done it, LOL! We recently adopted our son from Korea, and if we were some place that did not serve rice, we ordered him chips. And that is all that he would eat. Thankfully, he’s branching out now.:)

  10. I was having a conversation with a couple of folks in the office of our elementary school, and ended one sentence with, “because sometimes you just need chocolate cake.” And they agreed- including the nurse!

    Not being afraid to make lunch special for you and Z. was a good call, IMO.

    (And I have a friend who was told by her awesome stepmother when said stepmother took her to brunch that it was a sign of maturity to go up, help oneself to a bowl of whipped cream and nothing else for dessert, and not care what anyone else thought.)

    I think that was a great parenting call you made. :)

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