And That’s How The Cookie Epically Crumbles

(My three-year-old son and I baked peanut butter and white chocolate chip cookies earlier in the day. I give him one for dessert, and he starts picking it apart to get the chocolate chips.)

Me: “Eat it nicely, or you won’t get any more.”

Son: *after contemplation and with a scowl* “You win this round, villain. But I will win the war!”