My boys love when I make cookies, but not because of the cookies. No, they take after their mum in their undying love for the soft squishy stuff that comes just before. Oliver gets so excited, and when he's excited he jumps up and down and flaps his arms in the air. Their dedication to the retrieval of cookie dough results in makeshift bridges made from dining benches, tiny footprints on my counter tops, and scrub brushes drenched in toddler saliva. And yes, that is a chip-clip turned baby-lock on the cabinet under the sink. Because that's just life, man.
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