And That Is How The Cookie Crumbles

| Related | June 1, 2012

(We are over at my parents’ apartment with our 4-year old daughter. My mother wants to let us know she has cookies without my daughter understanding.)

Mom: “By the way, I have some M-A-R-G-H-E-R-I-T-E cookies in the cabinet if you want.”

Daughter: “I WANT COOKIES!”

Mom: “What? How did…oh. Oops.”

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