Last night Jeff had his co-worker over for dinner. James heard me say that I was making brownies. When they came out of the oven, James ran into the kitchen and said 'Mommy, I want a hash brownie!' Uh, we don't serve those here, Chief.
Now that I think about it, it does remind me of the time that a girl brought 'magic brownies' to the church potluck in hopes of impressing my bro. Yes, nothing says 'I have a crush on you' like bringing magic brownies to the pastor's son. Fortunately those brownies didn't make their way to the potluck. They got hidden in the janitor's closet where the girl who brought them ended up consuming mass quantities of them herself and getting stoned off her rocker. Such memories.
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