Did I say I like baking? This week I've already made egg-free cookies for the Teddy Bear Picnic (a child in the class is allergic to eggs) and will also need to make things today for a class bake sale (different kid, different class). The Boy is sad because he doesn't get to go to school and have a teddy bear picnic, so he wants me to bake MORE cookies and have a teddy bear picnic with him at home. I probably will because HOW CUTE IS THAT? Finally, someone has a birthday on Saturday and keeps making outlandish cake requests. I hope she makes up her mind soon. EIther way, I'm sure getting my baking fix!
For years the milk companies in Canada have run an annual contest, wherein if you get a carton that "moos" when you open it, you win a prize. Prizes range from a free milk to laptops and other goodies. In the past there have been big cash prizes, cameras, all kinds great stuff. I don't know how long they've been doing this, but I distinctly remember having a discussion about it in high school (HOW does the carton moo? Is it loud? Is there actually milk in the carton or just the sound device? Has anyone ever ACTUALLY heard one of these cartons?), so it's been well over a dozen years.
The other day the girls were sitting around the table after school, finishing up their lunches and telling the Boy and I about their day, when the Princess casually mentioned that she had a milk that MOOOOed at lunch.
"WHAT!?", I yelped. "Wait, did it actually make a mooing noise or did it just have moo written on it?"
"No, mama, it mooed! Everyone in my class was so surprised! They all came over to see it."
"Well, where is it? What did you do with it?"
"I put it in the garbage."
That sound you hear is my dreams shattering. Not only the dream of winning a cool prize, but the dream of finally, FINALLY hearing that mooing carton of milk. I question her further--"Was there milk in the carton? Are you SURE if mooed at you?". Knowing the custodian would have already gotten rid of the garbage, I tried to explain about the contest. I emphasized the coolness of the prizes, how they're really BIG! and EXCITING! and WE CAN'T AFFORD STUFF LIKE THAT UNLESS WE WIN IT! And told them that if they ever, EVER get a mooing carton again, they need to bring it home.
Yesterday, a full week after that conversation, both of my girls came running off the bus, faces lit up, milk cartons held high. They came in the door, tripping over each other like puppies in their excitement to show me their milk.
"Mine says moo! Mine says moo!"
And they do. Say moo. Right there on the side of the carton.
Something, somewhere, was lost in translation.
And I'll have to keep waiting to hear a mooing milk.