i ate the cookies

totally my bad but i couldn’t help myself. mom said not to touch the chocolate chip cookies she just baked until they cooled down fully. they smelled so good, sitting there on the counter like little monsters begging me to take a bite. i was at the studio upstairs painting when the smell hit and i knew i had to go downstairs. it’s funny how one tiny cookie crumble turned into half a dozen bites before i realized what i was doing. she saw the crumbs on my shirt right away though, so no hiding it. had to confess immediately. mom gave me that look, you know? The I’m-not-angry-you-broke-the-rule-but-I-was-going-to-savor-these-forever look. still feel kinda guilty about it now even if i laughed it off later and got a stern talking to.