Published On: Jan 26, 2011
Last updated on:: Jan 26, 2011
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To this day, I have no idea what to make of the following incident. On the surface, it may appear as a silly little coincidence. But in my heart I have always felt that something more was at work here. For instance, was it something as profound as subconscious telepathy or instant manifestation? Or was it just a coincidence?
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For starters, you need to know that when it comes to emotional outbursts, living in a house with four women (my wife and three daughters) I am by far the most even-tempered one of the lot. And, because of that, on the rarest of occasions when I do lose my temper, my wife and kids take notice. Also, you need to know that I am the last one in my family to experience cravings for sweets. That said, you can now now appreciate my family's surprise when one evening back in 2006, we were all seated around the dinner table, the dinner plates had just been cleared and I asked if there were any cookies in the house. When the answer came back "No," you can further appreciate their shock when I angrily exclaimed, “What?! I want cookies and I want them now!!” And I pounded my fist on the table! For a moment, everyone was too stunned to respond until I cracked a smile, and they all began to laugh. And that's when the doorbell rang. Our glass front door is visible from the kitchen table so when the doorbell rang, we all turned to see my wife’s parents standing on the other side of the front door. Kaylin, my youngest (she was eight), immediately got up and ran to the door and I yelled after her, “Kaylin, ask Grandma if she brought my cookies.” I said it in such a way as to imply dire consequences if Grandma didn't have them with her – a threat which only caused everyone to laugh some more, including Kaylin who was already giggling when she opened the front door and immediately said, “Hi Grandma. Daddy wants to know if you brought his cookies." Of course, this set us all into a fit of laughter -- so much so, even Grandma and Grandpa started to laugh. And continued to do so as Grandma reached into her purse, a perplexed expression on her face, and pulled out a large unopened bag of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. “I was at the store,” she said, chuckling, “and there was a two for one special. So I bought you a bag.” She handed the bag to Kaylin who ran it back to the kitchen and set it down in front of me on my place mat. The brand name on the bag was “Dad’s Cookies.” I kid you not.
Incidentally, not only did my wife's parents drop by unannounced that evening, but in twenty years of marriage (up until that point), never once had they ever come by bearing cookies as a gift!