Why so serious?

I got a call as I was leaving school.  It was my mother with news I did not wish to hear.

She'd just baked cookies, although I was trying to diet.

I hurried home.  At the side of the road was a patch of ice I did not see.

My car missed it completely.

As I parked my car and headed towards the front door, I slipped on the walkway.  For a moment my life flashed before my eyes.

I caught my balance.

I went inside expectantly, a grin plastered on my face.  It had been a long time since I'd last had my mother's freshly baked cookies.

But my brother had already eaten them, causing my solemn tone.