My Daughter the Superhero
I discovered something fantastic at the store the other day. Pillsbury makes Cinnabon cinnamon rolls you can make in oven. I sooooo heart Cinnabon. They don’t have any in the town I live in. When I saw these, I was so excited.
This morning, I decided to try them out. I made them, then waited until Poopy went down before I ate one (okay, two!). HEAVEN!!!
This afternoon, Poopy was taking her nap and I decided to have one for a snack. Yes, I realize that I am 26 years old and shouldn’t need a snack – who cares?
I popped the little piece of heaven into the microwave. I was 30 seconds away from pure pleasure. The microwave beeped and I thought I heard Poopy rouse from her sleep. I paused, but heard nothing. I got my cinnamon roll out and sat happily on the couch.
I got the first gooey bite on my fork.
Brought it up to my lips.
And Poopy started to cry.
I’ll be honest, I thought about wolfing the damn thing down and letting her cry for a few minutes.
I didn’t have the heart.
I got her up and had to share my Cinnabon cinnamon roll with her.
She’s a superhero because she has super smelling power.
And she saved my ass and thighs from the bad old cinnamon roll.
I’m not ready to thank her, yet.