New Year's Resolution

Every year, there are so many delicious sweets around and every year I don't even pretend to say no.  But the new year starts, and I promise to be better.

"Tina, I made some cinnamon rolls.  Would you like to try one?"

"I'd better not, Andrew.  It's the new year, and I should detox from all the Christmas treats."

"But they're fresh from the oven.  You know you want one."

A little voice in my ear says, "Tina, remember the promise you made to yourself: no sweets for a month.  You can do it.  I believe in you."

And in the other ear, I hear: "But they're warm and gooey.  Just one wouldn't hurt."

"Can you believe this guy?"

"What's the matter with you, kid?  Lose your harp?"

"Hey, has your tail grown in yet?"

"Did they send the JV squad?"

"Did your mother dress you?"

"Actually, she did."

"Oh.  Ok."

"She says I'm her sweet boy."

"She sounds really nice.  Yeah, my mom helped me clean my wings this morning."

"Hey, it looks like they left the cinnamon rolls behind."

"Wow.  Want to split it?" 

"Way ahead of you."

"Oh."