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While we were in the car yesterday, I was telling Dave about how one of the playgroups Henry and I go to is doing a cookie exchange. I was thinking out loud about what kind to make, eventually settling on my great-grandma's molasses cookies, that way I could make a double batch and have some to give to our friend Mr. L, or to send to my mom, or whatever. Then I said:

me: Or, I know, I can bring some Christmas cookies to your parents' house again.
dave: That is such a good idea. They were a total hit last year. Didn't somebody eat them all? Was it my dad? Or my brother?
me: Ummm... I think it was me.
Dave: OH YEAH! YOU ate them all!

Then he proceeded to whack me on the arm while I sank further and further into my seat, completely and utterly embarrassed, and yet probably destined to do the same thing all over again this year.