One: I lie.

There likely will never be 365 reasons. Er, or, there will likely not be 365 reasons ever written about.

Why do I do that? As a parent I find myself falling victim to hyperbole as well. It's really like that. I get an idea, a great idea like making cookies, and then images of Martha Stewart get mixed in with the concept and out of my mouth comes, "Guess what we're going to do today. We're going to make a real-live cookie shop. We're going to make tons of cookies and bring them to neighbors as presents. Won't that be fun?" Squeals of delight are emitted from a certian five and three year old.

Great. Except, enter reality. A. We have no ingredients. B. We need to clean the dishes in the kitchen. C. It's lunchtime after school and kids are tired. D. Did I mention we don't even have the ingredients?

The kitchen gets cleaned. We get to the grocery store. Dinner is made. As we get ready for bed, kids ask about the cookies.

I lie again. We're going to have to do that fun game tomorrow.

That was a week ago.

See? No awards.