Instead, he immediately shoved a big chunk of dough directly into his mouth.
No harm – who doesn't love raw cookie dough? But getting him to do anything else with it, besides eat it, proved useless.
He did poke his fingers into the little balls I made, which I accepted as the most "help" I was going to get out of him.
Apparently at age 20 months, one is incapable of understanding that you have to put the dough into the oven for a few minutes in order for them to turn into warm, yummy cookies.
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Fortunately 9 short minutes later, we had a happy boy once again...
Mmmmm! |
Haha, that's too cute! Can I have one of Owen's cookies please?
ReplyDeletethat is hilarious! i love that you captured the event so perfectly :) those cookies look amazing...will Owen share??
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