Baker's Dozen

Tonight, my wife came home early, so we could have a cookie baking night with Troy. We wanted to do something fun with Troy that he could get into, and well, having cookies to eat afterward doesn’t hurt either! My wife insisted on making them from scratch, because apparently that’s the only way to make good cookies. So, while she gathered ingredients, I stirred melting chocolate, and Troy ate chocolate chips.

When she started mixing the ingredients in the mixer, Troy stood on a stool by the counter, watching the mixer going round and round and occasionally sticking his rubber “flipper” spoon thingy in the edge of the bowl. We poured the melted chocolate into the mixer, and Troy took the wooden spoon that my wife used to scrape the bowl and started to meticulously lick every inch of it clean, getting chocolate all over his face in the process.

We had intended to use our dinosaur cookie cutters, but unfortunately we picked the wrong kind of cookies, so it didn’t work. We were making what I can only describe as brownie cookies, so they were too soft and gooey to allow the cookie cutter to come out cleanly. I guess that means we’ll just have to try again! So sad...not!