When the cats are asleep

The parents will play.  As a child, I always suspected that my parents were a little over-eager to send me to bed.  Surely there was something  really good going on that I was missing while sleeping away upstairs.  However, every time I managed to sneak downstairs to spy, they were able to quickly hide the party balloons and toys and pretend to be watching TV instead.

Well, now that I've been a parent for a few years, I've realized that my suspicions were correct, as evidenced by last night.  After returning from our respective mid-week callings, Brandon and I decided we needed a treat.  So we heated up the oil, chopped up some apples, and made apple fritters.  Originally we intended to make a half-recipe but the proportions were incorrect, so we made the whole recipe.  And then we ate them.  Without our children.