Being naked and eating cookies

Although the title sounds dirtily fun, it is not entirely what this post is about. Let me explain. For about a month now, my neighbor Melanie and I have been in a cooking showdown. Iron Chef next door going on in Moody, AL. I am not entirely sure how it started, but it's been a nerve wracking and weight gaining experience for me...Not sure about her. She is the grandmotherly type and is so sweet. It's probably more of me being a psycho "out doer" in my own right. She will bring me something tasty that she "just whipped up" and in the back of my head, I immediately think "Oh no, what do I make NOW?" Yes, it's like that. Recently, Jerry made some of his granny's biscuits and I was "gracious" enough to take them to her hot and wonderful, knowing full well that as soon as that door closed... she was thinking "what can I make to completely smash her into the ground?" LOL Well, she brought it... She brought the big guns out and made...wait for it... PUMPKIN PRALINE CHEESECAKE!!! Yes, she did. I conceded and made her soap. (after asking for the recipe) She leaves a sweet little bag on the front door with the recipe, coupons she's been saving for me...and home made apple butter for the biscuits... another jab. She's GOOD...She really is. I love getting her "prizes" as my boys call them. This morning she knocks on the door with two types of home made cookies. I handed her the soap (lack luster, I know...compared to cookies) and walked into the kitchen just as excited as my boys to dig into the cookies. They were pretty wonderful...ful of grandma-ish love and still warm from the oven. I put them on the counter after we all had two each...  Now to the second part of this post...

Austin. He knew where I had placed the cookies. We had a battle of the wills this afternoon. It was a pretty harsh battle...tantruming and whining..he did a bit of that too. He didn't want to keep his clothes on. He's a boy and loves to be naked. Stark naked... I don't want his naked butt sitting all over the couch and wiggling. No visual needed. He got mad because although I let him take his shirt and pants off, I was not budging on the undies situation, considering we have a random pee smell looming in the living room since this weekend. I am not pointing fingers...it's either him, or his "lovely" brother who loves to take his diaper off and run naked through the house. That being said... I said no...and I meant NO. So after like 56 minutes and him screaming and me threatening to duct tape his undies on...he left it alone...or so I thought. I'm not sure if it was him trying to get back at me or him being a punk...I'm pretty sure that latter is the case...I am cleaning the kitchen and suddenly he's quiet... I know that's a bad sound...so I call out for him. He didn't answer so I go to look for him. I find him...

...hunched in a corner...naked (yes, naked) with the plate of cookies...eating them...did I mention he's naked. It was probably the funniest thing ever. I was laughing too hard to get on to him... Needless to say, the cookies have been moved to a nondescript place and his underwear have been put back on. Boys are such a ... ahem...joy.