Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Oh, to be not-quite-2 and to just be able to give in to the urges I have to worship the Cookie Gods.

Willem and the kids made cookies tonight... by opening a package and breaking apart the little cubes and plopping them on a cookie sheet, but I'm extremely Machiavellian when it comes to cookies. The ends justifies the means, every time.

And, let's be more precise. Willem put them on a sheet all by himself. He handed a raw cookie cube to each child, who promptly popped them into their respective mouths without the slightest hesitation. They have priorities.

Jacob did, at least, contibute to the actual baking process. By standing worshipfully in the kitchen, staring at the oven, chanting, "Cookie...? Cookie...? Cookin'."