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Life of Pie.

DAY 2 of the BarAThon.



He: "MOM..MOM..MOM..for the love of God, please bring out the pie!"

I: "Shush! What's the matter with you? Just keep it down, will you!?"

He: "What? Keep it down? Mom, that aroma is driving me crazy and you ask me to "shush"? Oh, mom, please, just give it to me, that thing in the oven...JUST GIVE IT TO ME!"

I: "NO! You are NOT getting even a sliver, sweetie! It's not meant for you!"

He: "What  did you say, mom? It's not meant for me? Aren't you baking that heavenly glory for me?"

I: "No, sweetie, it's for dad,"

He: "What are you saying? You are baking that pie for dad? Just look at the man, mom, he is not even bothered what's going on in the kitchen! He's just sitting there, glued to his phone thingy! Is he drooling a gallon like I am? No! Is he wagging his tail in anticipation like I am? NO! So, please, give the pie to meeeee, mommyyyy!"

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*This used to be the dialogue between Chikoo and I whenever I baked a cake. The aroma wafting from the oven would drive him insane with excitement and he would argue with me to indulge his rumbling belly that asked for a piece of the cake. 

Today's prompt, Life of Pie reminded me of the countless arguments Chikoo had with me that revolved around the cake. And, thus this post on today's prompt and the second sin, Gluttony!



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  1. Ha ha ha...I was imagining daddy wagging his tail :D What did you do then? Still gave the pie to daddy? I missed reading your day 1 post. Interesting concept to come up with post based on 7 sins in combination with the prompts.

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  2. Awwww! this one is so damned sweet. Hugs Shilpa

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  3. Haha! Love this memory of Chikoo and how he appreciated your baking even more than the hubs. Hope he got a little taste at least. Great little vignette and memory of your dear departed Chikoo. Hugs.

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  4. Aww! That's a sweet one, Shilpa.
    A big hug to you!! ♥

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