dear cookie.

dear cookie,

so. remember how i always give you a hard time about not letting me and spencer cook in the kitchen with you? remember how you always would say, "look girls. don't you want to dry dishes!!? or maybe put the cupcake holders in? but...i'll do the stiring. and i'll do the mixing. and the rolling out of dough."

remember that?

well, i'm officially sorry. i'm sorry for not understanding that it is completely and totally painful to let a child attempt to make cookies with you.

ESPECIALLY when said child is 16 months old and really, really likes the way dough feels between his fingers.

picture this: pratt on the countertop. next to the mixing bowl filled with funfetti cookie batter. i'm rolling out balls. he is supposed to be "gently flattening" the dough.

well, there ain't nothing "gentle" about my son right now. he just smashes them with his little bitty hand.

and for everyone out there who thinks i'm horrible...i did allow a few hand smashed cookies to be baked. but i also "fixed" a few while he looked away.

i actually sent him over to the oven to watch the first set rise.

me: "look pratt! look at the cookies getting bigger! go over there and see!"
him: "hot? hot?"
me/mother of the year: "no! it's not hot. just go look!"

i was trying to do anything to keep him away from my perfectly flattened cookies.

so, mom...i get it. sorry for always giving you a hard time. maybe i'll send him your way. maybe he can cook with you. maybe you're now to a point where you don't mind?

yeah...i didn't think so either. :)

love, hannah.