The First Cookie

I made chocolate cookies Monday afternoon, because, well that's what I tend to do when I'm angry, I bake. (Okay, I also bake when I'm happy, sad and a wide variety of other emotions - but you get the point.) But really, what better way to lick your wounds then with a mouthful of warm gooey chocolate chip goodness? Yum.

After setting Aidan and Brennan up at the kitchen table with a plate of cookies fresh from the oven, I decided it was Griffin's turn to be initiated to the wonder of the homemade chocolate chip cookie. We set him up at the kiddie table with his very own cookie. Griffin's wide eyed wonder at his first bite, with melted chocolate chips oozing onto his chin, was enough to send Aidan and Brennan into bursts of laughter. Griffin is definitely a fan of the cookie.

But only one cookie? No, Griffin wanted more. He toddled over to the kitchen counter where the other cookies cooled on wire racks and gestured to me for more. When I refused to give him more, he cried a bit, shot me the look of death and wandered off. Five minutes later, I caught him waddling nonchalantly through the kitchen as he stuffed another chocolate chip cookie into his mouth. The trail of cookie crumbs and overturned glasses of milk were my only clues. Through some impressive reaching, stretching and fantastic tip toe balancing action, my little cookie monster stole his older brothers' cookie leftovers off the kitchen table. He looked pretty proud of himself too. Or as proud as you can look when you have chocolate smeared all over your cheeks.