As always, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our lovely hostess for the Friday Fictioneers challenge.
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Ida carried the tray of gingerbread into the dining room. It was the first time she’d made the family figures herself and decorated them by name.
Carrie’s bottom lip began to quiver.
‘What is it honey?’
‘I don’t want to eat me,’ she said as a big tear snaked down her six year old cheek.
‘I heard you in the kitchen. Even Spot and Whiskers are there, and I don’t want to eat them either!’
She started to sob.
‘Oh sweetheart, the biscuits aren’t us. I made them for us, there’s a difference.’
She sniffed.
‘Really?’
‘Yes, love, really.’
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Ida carried the tray of gingerbread into the dining room. It was the first time she’d made the family figures herself and decorated them by name.
So long as the mother didn’t put her soul into the biscuits ….
Made with love no doubt though
I like where you went with the prompt.
thanks Lauren
So sweet, Di.
thanks Roberta
What a lovely, touching story.
I remember reading a story of a little boy who cried because there wasn’t a cake for him with his name on.
They do take things very literally at that age!
I know. My neighbour from years ago lost an entire 4 pack of toilet rolls as she told her three year old to put them in the toilet, meaning downstairs cloakroom.
🙂
Cute!
thanks Sara
awe so sweet di! ❤
The things that swirl around children’s minds! What a scary thought for sure! I wonder if any of the kindergarten children I made cookies for (each personalised) felt this way…
or one cried because there wasn’t one with their name on…………
I can tell you that was not happening on MY watch 😉
mine neither.
Aw, true-to-life for a six-year-old. I remember having qualms about eating my chocolate bunny, but I got over that 🙂
thanks Linda
A lovely little tale Di.
Thanks Keith
I can believe that happening! Great story.
Thanks Susan.
Aw, the drama of being a child. I can imagine ether of mine reacting this way!
ha! Kids just say it as it is!!
My goodness, I posted my story and then read yours. Strange how some ideas are universal.
very similar!! Have a good weekend James.
Ahhhh, the innocence of childhood. I can see this happening every time cookies are made.
Thanks for commenting Bear. Take care.
A very sweet story. I once coloured easter eggs with the neighbours’ kids names on them. They remembered that twenty years later.
How lovely!
So sweet and touching. I love your take.
thank you
Naming the cookie is never good. A very sweet mother daughter moment!
thanks Brenda