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"Mom!" my four year old yelled at me as he ran excitedly upstairs, "There's a movie on downstairs and I gotta show it to you really quick!"

I had just comfortably seated myself at the clean table, eaten the non-creamy half of an Oreo cookie, and was poised to enjoy the best part when my son insistently pulled on my hand over and over again.

"C'mon, Mom! I want you to see this movie downstairs really quick!"

He was so insistent and doggedly persistent, I knew I wouldn't be able to just sit and enjoy my little slice of heaven.

Lo and behold, he saw my creamy sided Oreo, grabbed it and ran.

Should I be happy I can still sit and enjoy my reprieve or should I grieve because I just lost the best part of my slice of heaven?
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  1. FoursonsAugust 25, 2009 at 6:57 AM

    I'd be so sad to lose the creamy goodness!

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  2. AmberAugust 25, 2009 at 7:06 AM

    The whole point of eating one side of the cookie is so you can enjoy the creamy side with less cookie. The fact that you got robbed is tragic. However, I think I would be more annoyed that your child thinks he can make you do what he wants by stealing the cookie from you. I hope my own family never figures that out.

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  3. June Freaking CleaverAugust 25, 2009 at 7:26 AM

    You have car keys and hopefully, some money...go to the store by yourself and get yourself a whole pack of heaven.

    And eat it in the car, savoring each little slice.

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  4. Lisa Page RosenbergAugust 25, 2009 at 8:25 AM

    My understanding of this parenting gig is that you don't get the frosting side of the cookie again until they go to college. Then you relinquish it again when they move back in at 35 with their 3 kids during a "tough transition period."

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  5. NatalieAugust 25, 2009 at 11:23 AM

    You should get in the car, drive to costco and get the HUGE box of oreos, return home, and hide them in your closet.

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