My baby sister called the other day. (I can't call her "my little sister" as she's pushing six feet tall. How did I end up being the oldest and shortest?)
Em - Kara, we're all going over to Mom-mom and Pop-pop's to give Pop-pop his birthday presents Tuesday night. Can you come?
Me - Sure. What time?
Em - About 7. I'm making dessert. Banana cream pie. I've never made it before so I hope it's good.
Me - (to myself) GREAT! I have never had banana cream pie and really don't like banana-flavored desserts, so this will be easy to pass up! (to Em) Sounds yummy!
Em - Good. See you Tuesday!
So we get there tonight. Not only is there banana cream pie, but there's orange chiffon cake, vanilla bean ice cream (my favorite), pretzels, fritos, and strawberries with whipped cream. Great. Just great.
So I dumped 1/3 of my ice cream discretely into Avery's bowl, another third into Kadyn's bowl, and the last bit into Connor's bowl. Then I filled my bowl with strawberries. I said, "No, thank you," to the cake AND pie and ate my fruit really slowly. No pretzels, even though they were sitting right in front of me, and no fritos (which I really don't like anyway).
Then we came home and I had an apple with peanut butter.
Looks like we're back on track!