siena dictates for cat named pig

Saturday was our first weekend back at the Mill City Farmer’s Market downtown. Siena always gets $1.25 to buy a cookie. This time, she and Laura came back with three big ones for everyone to share. Much to my surprise, there was a small chunk left over when we were getting in the car.

Matt: Siena, do you want to eat the last piece of cookie?
Siena: No, I’m fine.
Matt (and rest of car): …

You have no idea how shocking her response is/was/still is. She has my sweet tooth, graciously passed down to her, by me, from my dad. This is the same girl who I found crawling on the counter the evening before getting chocolate easter eggs out of the cupboard. After Halloween, we find wrappers stashed around the house, under her pillow and in her shoes, as she sneaks around to get her fix. And she didn’t want to finish the first chocolate chip cookie of the farmer’s market summer. Rarely does she shock us anymore, but that did it.