Scandal

I think I scandalized poor Brother David today. I went to the Preschool Carnival at Trisha's school (very fun- little tigers jumping through hoops hung with tissue paper flames, clowns shooting the audience with water guns, little bugs that were so cute you wanted to put them in a jar and throw them out the back door...). Anyway, right before the show started, Trisha pointed out a member of the audience and said "don't you know that man?" She was right, of course. I was so surprised to see him there (I had an appointment with him 2 hours later) that I turned to Br. David and said "Br. David- that's my plastic surgeon!" He looked a bit flustered, and just responded, "really? How ... nice...?" It was amusing.

Just the day before, I had offered Fr. Chad and Br. David some of my Nibby Buckwheat Butter Cookies to take home. Br David's eyes got very wide and he was silent for a tense second, then finally came out with the compassionate response- "you made them- YOU should keep them!" as if they were children borne from my womb. HIs concern was very charitable, though hardly necessary. Especially when Eileen pointed out that when SHE makes cookies, their response is usually more like "bring it on- we'll take all you've got!" Evidently she has less of an emotional attachment to her baked goods than I, probably because she's sanguine and I'm melancholic.

Since they couldn't find it within themselves to come between me and the cookies I'd made, I promised that they get first dibs on my Black Bean Brownies, which I'm sure was of great consolation to them ( in fact I think I saw tears in their eyes...).

Don't worry, Liam- there will be plenty left over for you, too.