Blueberry or Lemon Poppyseed?

Who doesn't love muffins? We certainly do.

Mmmm. Muffiny goodness.

There is one thing, though, that will keep us from ever looking at muffins the same way again.

The fact is, the Mosquito has become the uber-muffin. Mosquito can do no wrong in the eyes of the Hutt or Shoes. Things that we would not dare ever do, for fear of the skin-blistering death stare that the Hutt tends to give us, are perfectly fine when the Mosquito does them.

We have discovered that Shoes and the Mosquito now send each other sickeningly sweet emails at work. There are photos of cute kittens and secret sharing. This is actually expressly forbidden under the rule of the Hutt. Because it is Shoes and the Mosquito, though, this is fine. 

Yesterday, the Mosquito was cutting paper shapes at the desk, something we have been told time and again is not allowed. Not only did the Mosquito not clean up the mess left behind, she also managed to lose the scissors. We have no idea how.

How do you lose a thing like this in a fixed location?

 

There was a time when we thought perhaps the Mosquito was not aware of this special treatment. It has been more than a year now. The time where this could be ignored as ignorance has passed. Some of this is being done on purpose.

We are irked.

Mosquito is the Muffin. We are the crumbs.