Saturday, 9:30am. I needed a quick shower, the boys were playing something, and Matt had gone out to fulfill his coffee addiction and get the boys their Saturday morning donut.
I was getting ready to have a few peeps over for lunch, and had some premade, unbaked cookie dough (high class, I know…I bust out the finest for our guests) on a cookie sheet on the stove. I called Luke back to my room before I got in the shower.
I said, “I’m taking a really quick shower. You’re in charge for a minute. Do not touch the cookie dough on the stove, and do not answer the door for anyone.”
Luke said, “Why?”
And I replied (like we haven’t already talked about this eleventy-million times before), “You aren’t allowed to answer the door when an adult isn’t around. Same for the phone.”
Classic Luke reply: “What if Dad comes home? Can we let him in?”