Cooking Lessons for Mom

Today started like any other Sunday. The boys breaking various " Sabbath Day" rules. One boy in particular was not so nice to his mother before church....and after. His mouth was bigger than he was able to reign in. So mom decided she'd had enough. I had already grounded him from living so what else could I do....Hmmm? I know! He is snack boy tomorrow for early morning choir....hmmm. So I told him I was done, make your own snacks. I am not helping you at all.

That was that, he stormed off to his room then fell asleep in anger. When he awoke his attitude had changed but I held to my word.

I laid in my room listening as he opened drawer after drawer, clanking, mixing, stirring....What is he doing I wondered....I dared not come out of my room. The only thing he came in and asked me was "what is cream of tartar"? I told him where it could be found and two hours later this is what he presented me with. I was very impressed although somehow I think my plan had backfired. My quest to teach that boy just how valuable his mother is did not work but there were still some valuable lessons to be learned for both of us.