Enjoying the cookie he stole. He helped me make them yesterday- and was sooo good. Until we put the first two batches away.
“Helping me”, he copied me as I picked the cookies up off the cooling racks, and put them in a storage container. He picked up this particularly huge one, looked right at me, took a big bite out of it, and placed the rest in the box. I started laughing so hard that it freaked him out, and he took the bite out of his mouth, and placed it next to the rest of the poor cookie. He’s not very good at sneaking yet. Hahah!
Of COURSE we let him finish the damage. 