So, as I was taking my pumpkin chocolate chip cookies out of the oven today, I realized that I had quite a few sweet things in my house. Let me catalog them for you
1. half a batch of the aforementioned cookies (the other half is still dough)
2. a pumpkin pie
3. a whole cake
4. a tub of ice cream
5. a package of cinnamon ice cream stars (I have never had these before. They looked intriguing which is why we have them.)
6. a large bowl full of leftover Halloween candy
Now is the part where I tell you about the party we are about to have/recently had that explains these things. Nope. We haven't done anything with friends in days. This has somehow just...accumulated. It's crazy too, because I don't even like ice cream. And I don't mind pumpkin, but I don't ever crave it. And yet...
I don't know how this even happened. I also don't know whether to feel delighted or disgusted.
Also--side note--thanks to Laura Ingalls Wilder my daughters are terrified of Indians. Well, Native Americans, but they don't know them by that name. Whenever they are trying to scare me, they pretend to be Indians. Sophie was looking in a Playmobil catalog and came across a cute little Indian girl figure with a baby on her back. She looked at me with wide eyes and whispered, "Look Mom! Scary!" Awesome.