Cookie, ever since the day you came into my life, I knew that every waking moment would revolve around you. I guess I’m still adjusting to what that means.
Mommy: Honey, for Thanksgiving, we’ve invited Vanessa, Sophia, Larissa, and Eric.
Me: [No problem. I can cook for four. Wait. Mommy just named four of your friends, Cookie. Some days, I’m quick like that.]
Me: So that’s fourteen people coming!?!
Mommy: Sophia’s uncle and grandmother too.
Somewhere along the way, my friends became replaced with the parents of your friends, Cookie. When did that happen?