the complicated web we weave

sometimes, i don't get the world.

young master came home one day after school and went straight to my room. his mother wasn't home from work. he needs a batch of cookies for school tomorrow, the home-made type and not those straight from boxes. it was a tad inconvenient perhaps, being the eleventh hour and all but since i have all the necessary ingredients in the fridge, all i had to lose was time.

so, off we went, with all the ingredients piled high in our hands to the kitchen we were a-baking. i'm no professional baker and most attempts end up in failure. still, a batch of cookies i can whip up. edible or not, that is a different question altogether. halfway through the baking session, which he insisted he had to do by himself, i shooed him off for his tuiton and homework.

by dinner time, the mouth-watering aroma filled the kitchen. young master hasn't finished his marathon tuiton session. his mother, who has just returned from work, joined the rest of us at the dinner table. whilst i was still tending to the biscuits, lady of the house was telling the rest how inept i was at baking. hahaha, a fact which i do not deny nor am offended about. young master's mother was bewildered. why was i baking cookies for her son? how come she doesn't know anything about it? she completed dinner faster than you can say abracadabra, and stormed off in the direction of her son's room. nobody could find her. much much later, her son came down and looked moody. apparently his mother had threw a fit and told him never to ask for her help again.

sigh.

so dramatic.

which leaves me very confused. what was the big faux pas here? was he supposed to wait until his mother come back from work, which can sometimes be very late, or was he suppose to give her a call first to get her permission? her permission to seek help from others, a family member nonetheless. what should have been my politically correct response? was i supposed to have rejected her son's plea for help? i may be branded cold and heartless. was i suppose to give her a call first to check if it was alright? i am not one to call for attention to the kind and helpful side of me and to gloat for glory. to do or not to do? something that should have been so straightforward, something that should have been so simple. i really don't understand why things must be so complicated.