My Daughter the Superhero

I discovered something fantastic at the store the other day. Pillsbury makes Cinnabon cinnamon rolls you can make in oven. I sooooo heart Cinnabon. They don't have any in the town I live in. When I saw these, I was so excited.

This morning, I decided to try them out. I made them, then waited until Poopy went down before I ate one (okay, two!). HEAVEN!!!

This afternoon, Poopy was taking her nap and I decided to have one for a snack. Yes, I realize that I am 26 years old and shouldn't need a snack - who cares?

I popped the little piece of heaven into the microwave. I was 30 seconds away from pure pleasure. The microwave beeped and I thought I heard Poopy rouse from her sleep. I paused, but heard nothing. I got my cinnamon roll out and sat happily on the couch.

I got the first gooey bite on my fork.

Brought it up to my lips.

And Poopy started to cry.

I'll be honest, I thought about wolfing the damn thing down and letting her cry for a few minutes.

I didn't have the heart.

I got her up and had to share my Cinnabon cinnamon roll with her.

She's a superhero because she has super smelling power.

And she saved my ass and thighs from the bad old cinnamon roll.

I'm not ready to thank her, yet.