By Colleen, age 10
However, there was another part of my brain that said, “Just ask Mom. She will let you have one.”
So I did. As I was eating it, Mom said,” I have an awesome idea. Count these up and write down how many there are. Then if there are any less when you get home — well, let’s just say there won’t be less.”
Now, if I had not counted them, they would absolutely have been gone when I got home from school. (The LAST DAY OF SCHOOL, I might add!)
When I got home, the first thing I did was count them. Well, actually, the first thing I did was eat the Starburst Ron the bus driver gave to me. THEN I counted them.
“There’s only seven!” I told Mom. “You’re guilty!”
Mom explained that Ben and Cassie had each had one when they got home from school. (They get home earlier than I do.) And then I had one, so actually there were only six.)
But the moral of the story is: For Mom and I both, if there’s something that requires will power, such as the brownies, and there is a reward involved — even if the reward is just pride — then we’ll succeed. (My mom calls this accountability.)