Me: Ok so let's bundle up and get that stuff to make a treat. And maybe also get a smaller treat to eat while we're making the bigger treat. Don't you love the way my little brain works?Powerful machine. Did you hear that?
Beth: It is not little. It is a powerful machine.
Anyway, we bundled up, trudged through the accumulating drifts to the grocery store, and bought some butter, eggs, and tiramisu.
Beth fell on the way home as we ascended a small incline in the parking lot, dropping the eggs in the snow. It was soft though (snow - duh), so they didn't break. When she fell again, because her boots had no traction, I offered her my hand. When she refused my assistance, I became just a little bit miffed that she wouldn't allow me to help her.
So, like any rational person, I left the tiramisu on the hood of somebody's car and walked off towards home.
Beth (muttering to self): GREAT. I didn't do what she said and now SHE's acting like a five-year-old too.By the time she has caught up of course I had forgotten about the whole thing, because I was fully entranced with walking backwards and looking at my footprints in the snow.
We ended up not making brownies at all --- just eating "smaller treat" and going to bed.