Cookie Monster


Today my nieces Sydney and Ellie are here at the house; my mother and I are babysitting. Sydney got to help us with cookie baking for the holidays. Her job was to roll the snickerdoodle dough in the cinnamon sugar, but I caught her sneaking some cookie dough into her mouth rather than the sugar bowl.

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Ben Rainey said…
I recently said that I went two-thirds across the country and I didn't see a prettier girl the whole time. It's quite possible that she is the prettiest in the whole country.
3:46 PM
Anonymous said…
Why should she have to roll cookie dough in sugar when she already has the sweetest hands around.
12:06 PM
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