When David has now repeatedly had accidents at night, and I have not gotten around to washing all the twin sheets from the trip, I did not just put an old blanket on top of his plasticy mattress cover and not bother with sheets at all…for a few nights.
I did not make an entire pan of brownies while the kids were sleeping, hide it, and eat it all for myself over the course of a few days and not share it with anyone. (Knut isn’t supposed to have them on his diet anyway.) I would not lie to my children and say “you smell brownies? That’s strange…” (haha! side note: I just realized I’m turning into my Grandma, who once hid the lefse that Aunt JoAnn sent us for Christmas because ‘no one enjoys it like I do.’)