One morning, about 2 years ago, I was baking a batch of muffins and Casey was packing for a solo trip to Pella. On my way out the door I reminded him to pack lunch and dinner for his day trip. Later that night when we were both home I noticed that my entire batch of 12 muffins were missing! Knowing that we had only eaten two at breakfast, I inquired with Casey. He sheepishly unpacked the last muffin from his back pack. He had packed and eaten 9 muffins for lunch and dinner, plus the one he ate at breakfast! His excuse was that my muffins are as good as my kisses and that he wanted me with him all day. Awwww.... what can you say to that?
This is a silly painting to commemorate the day my husband became the muffin man. I still can't believe he ate 10 muffins. He must have shared them with birds and squirrels along the way.