For Love of Cookies

Today the kids and I drove down for a quick, one night visit, to see my parents.  As a treat for the kids, I picked up a small package of cookies for the road.  Tessie ate her's right away, but christian just held onto his, happy just to have them. After about twenty minutes of driving, Christian nodded off and Tessie followed about fifteen minutes later.

As I was singing quietly along with the radio, and taking in all of the beautiful fall colors we were driving by, I glanced in my rearview mirror.  Christian was asleep with a cookie in each hand, and his milk clutched close against his side.  He looked like he may have been about to take a bite when he fell asleep, his arm was floating in mid air.

I had to stifle a laugh, it was ridiculously cute.   As we approached my parent's house Christian started to stir.  I greeted him with a smile and asked how his nap was.  He eyed me suspiciously, then made sure he was still holding both his cookies.  He never ate them.   When we arrived the cookies were both still in firm grips, I had to push them out of his car seat straps without removing them from his hands.

Finally, after we had been there for a while, I noticed the cookies weren't in Christian's hands anymore.   He had moved on to trucks and Mr. Incredible.   I have never seen him be so funny about food like that.   He is definitely not one to normally pass up a cookie.  But however strange and seemingly out of character, it was so cute, totally endearing, and a very beautiful little moment.