It didn't look anything like this however when we were first promised the pumpkin bars. Nevertheless, she made them and we ate them and ate them. After a few days, there was a tiny sliver of a bar left that had gotten hard from not being covered and had to be thrown away.
Now to her version of events. She falsely claims that no one ate the pumpkin bars so she wasn't making them anymore. The kids and I know the truth that there was a tiny sliver left and that if she hadn't waited until the house was full of sweets to make them, there wouldn't have even been that left. So, if this story ever comes up in your presence, nod and wink at me because you know the truth. Well, we evidently all whined enough about her fabricated story to where she relented and we were met with a plate of pumpkin bars on the counter one night.
The kids all ate one and then had big plans on having them for breakfast, too. Morning came, the alarms sounded and the kids all came running for the kitchen to claim the big pumpkin bar prize.
And were met with . . .
DENIED! That cruel woman had taken them ALL to work for a food day. I am not exaggerating when I say that the kids looked like whipped pups.
We pictured her sitting in her cubicle throwing away her half uneaten pumpkin bar and laughing like Vincent Price.
There was no doubt she was getting even for us leaving a fragment of a piece of a pumpkin bar from before. So, all of you readers need to take up the cause and let Andi know of her unjust, unfounded ways and let's all join together in a unified front to demand that she make her children (and husband) pumpkin bars. After all, we don't want this to escalate into something bigger. We all remember how the great Prussian Pumpkin Bar War of 1741 turned out, now don't we?
VIVA LA PUMPKIN BARS!