Unless you’re somehow stumbling upon this page just now for the very first time ever, you will not be surprised to hear that I am, and always have been, and oddball. A rebel. One who marches to the beat of my her own drum. And I always have been.
Back when I was but a wee child, my mother’s family had a tradition of baking enough cutout sugar cookies to feed an army, spreading them out on the defunct ping-pong table to decorate them. Key words here? DECORATE. However, my family believed that there was a strict order to how the cookies should be “decorated” – all the cookies of a certain shape were to be sprinkled with colored sugar of the same colour. There was a code and everything:
Angels = pink
Trees = green
Santas = red
Snowmen = blue
Stars = yellow
And that’s just the way it was.
Would young Meghan stand for this? What do you think? Toddler-aged Meghan quickly got in trouble for making pink Santas with a dash of green, blue snow-tinged Trees with vibrant splashes of red, and rainbow (of course, rainbow!) Stars.
This caused consternation among my family about the misfit cookies, but is proof that I have always done things my own damn wacky way. Even Christmas.