Some evenings I get motivated and bake treats for the kids--all housewifey and shi*. Well, tonight I decided would be one of those nights. Since it was later in the evening, I decided I would make something simple--your ordinary, everyday, all-around-loved cereal snack, rice krispy treats.
While I was gathering up my ingredients, Colton came in the kitchen and told me he wanted to make brownies. When I told him what I was making instead he replied, "Rice crispy treats suck!"
What. The. Eff?
Was I hearing correctly? A child that didn't enjoy the sticky sweet seduction of a square made from just three simple ingredients? My mind reeled, and I got a little dizzy. I somehow managed to walk out of the kitchen without throwing the large blue box of ricey goodness at my child's sweet, 13-year-old noggin. Lucky for him, because those boxes have sharp corners!
After I gave myself a minute or two to settle down, and I was thinking rationally again, I realized Colton's reply was a good thing. Follow me here...all kids love rice crispy treats, right? And Colton seems to think rice crispy treats "suck". Being the intelligent mother I am, I realize what this means. It means that Colton officially isn't a kid. He's an adult and it happened so fast I wasn't aware of it. Well sir, I am aware now.
So, after I type this up I'm going to go in to Colton's room to help him pack his stuff. Hopefully tomorrow he can find a place to live, get a job, and once he's all settled in to his new life--he can even make his own brownies!
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