Wherein we display our enviable dramatic skills

I baked oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies the other day. Because I wanted to give my son a treat. Because sometimes I can be a kind and loving Mother. It’s not like Henry never gets treats, kids; he gets them pretty much every day, but for whatever reason, these cookies made him suspicious. What is she planning? What is she trying to accomplish, with this whole homemade cookie junk?

At least I think that’s what was going on. All I can say is, he ate a single cookie in the oddest, most irritating way possible. As if there might be sprouts or poison lurking somewhere within the cookie. I was going to write about it, but I couldn’t possibly describe his insane cookie-eating method in a way that would do it justice.

So instead, Scott and I reenacted it for you. Here you are.

Dramatic Reenactment of Our Son, Eating a Cookie from Alice Bradley on Vimeo.

Isn't this how everyone spends their Sunday afternoons?

Your typical Sunday afternoon crazy dancing. from Alice Bradley on Vimeo.

He was dancing for a full ten minutes before I realized I should go get the camera.

I guarantee that if you have a small child, they will find this video to be the pinnacle of hilarity. Get yourself a small child, and find out for yourself!

I know what you people want.

You want to see me in pigtails, jumping up and down, sporting a bizarre lisp!

Fine, then.

You can thank my brilliant husband and his friends for this video, which was made approximately 90 years ago.

Happy Easter!

Why I'm glad I took the firewire cable with me.

Because if Scott had been able to upload this to our computer and send it to me in Amsterdam, I would surely have sprouted wings and flapped my way back to Brooklyn.