This past weekend, Mr. W and I attended a band event for Baby Girl. It's called the Solo & Ensemble contest, and basically a student plays their instrument (either, appropriately, as a soloist or in an ensemble or both) before a judge and gets a score.
Anyhoo, Mr. W and I were waiting in a stuffy room, around lunch-time, for an ensemble to start. We were sitting right next to the judge, who had a small plate of snacks in front of him. Two chocolate-chip cookies and some carrot and celery sticks.
Me (whispering to Mr. W): I really want to steal a cookie.
Him (whispering to me): I was eyeing the celery sticks.
Yeah. There's a reason we call Mr. W "Wild Oat Man" around here.
The moral of this story? If you're a chocolate chip kind of girl married to a Wild Oat kind of man, then at least there's no competition for the cookies.
Which snack would you have taken?