Cookies

Dada and I are both cookie monsters. We cannot EVER get enough cookies. We will pass up everything else but if cookies are on the table, we know how to eat them. Lastnight, you had eaten a good dinner. I was thrilled to see all of the Brussels sprouts and fish that you pooped into your mouth. I decided to make cookies. You came around the corner and asked what I was doing...I told you I was making us a treat. You jumped up and down and smiled from ear to ear and said, "I want sum!". I showed you the cookies and you were so excited it cracked me up. Later as the three of us sat with a plate full of cookies in front of us, you explained which cookie was for who. Baby's, Mama's and Dada's. Dada was surprised when you ate not one cookie but two cookies. He was use to Mama and Dad getting the majority but no....you know exactly how many cookies you get and you ate them both!!