Pi, Sponch, Canelitas, and blackmail, all in a days work

So Sunday was pi day. (As in π 3.1415926535…). My son mentioned that they would be celebrating at school on Monday, and that if he wanted he could bring in donuts for all the kids (because of their circular shape…). Ever thoughtful, he of course just figured 3 dozen donuts (yep have to buy for the teachers too, and of course a dozen is cheaper than individual donuts) would be like $5. When I broke it to him that each dozen is about $7, and it would be around $21 plus tax and really I couldn’t justify spending that much right now, he just sort of shrugged. I thought the matter was settled until last night that is.

So I get my acupuncture last night, I come home to find that my hubby has cleaned up and gotten the kids into jammies, and they are just killing 10 minutes till bedtime. Bedtime comes and goes, kids are snuggled in their beds when my thoughtful donut loving son comes out again… “Hey Mom, can I please bring in donuts tomorrow?”

Me, puzzled “Wasn’t today Pi celebration day?”

Thoughtful son “ Yeah, but only one kid brought in cookies, so the teacher said we have another chance to actually bring in something round for tomorrow, because we are extending the celebration”.

Me, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as I am wont to do “So you were supposed to bring in something round that is food? You were assigned to bring it in?”

Thoughtful son (by this time it is somewhere in the realm of way past his bedtime, and I have switched to a near vegetative state for the evening). “Yeah, Mr blahdee blah (name changed to protect the innocent) said we had to bring in round food… that is treat like. “ (He added that as I glanced at the mammoth Costco sized box of Ritz crackers sitting on the table).

Me “*Sigh* Ok bud, even if I have to make 3 dozen cookies tonight, I promise you that there will be something round to take to school tomorrow.” I was so not in the mood to bake.

As soon as he was in bed, my husband asked if he could play his video game that I abhor. Sure, when he asks, it makes me sound like some tyrannical husband from the 50’s but trust me, if he thought he could get away with it, he would only play video games, and give up work, family, sleeping and eating. Recently, he caught on that I don’t mind nearly as much if he plays, as long as he will do some of the dirty work around here, like I don’t know, picking up approx. 28-36 round food/treat type items for his very thoughtful son, and sweeping a floor or two, sure it is a sort of blackmail, but it works. Win/win.

Off he went to the little Mexican grocery store 2 blocks away (The closest “American” grocery is a few miles away). He came back with delicious looking Mexican, round vanilla cookies filled with pink marshmallow goo and rolled in coconut called sponch!, and another Mexican wafer type cookies covered in cinnamon and sugar, called canelitas. I called my very thoughtful son back out of bed, and asked him to choose, ‘cause Momma needed some sugar, so whichever the loser was, was getting in my belly. He, of course, chose the pink fluffy ones (who wouldn't want sponch)? So I opened the other ones, and to my delight they were simply amazing. They taste rather like a cinnamon shortbread (shortbread happens to be my favorite type of cookie) and they are super addicting. I kind of hope pi day gets s third term in office, momma needs more cookies.