The Real Cookie Monster

Yesterday morning after Daddy had left for work, Mommy was lying in bed catching a last few precious minutes while Kieran played with toys. As he had wandered out of the bedroom, Mommy kept one ear on alert for noises of concern. Particularly concerning noises from an 18 month old are: a loud "uh oh," an interested "wow, poopy," and the sound that was heard this particular morning, a chair scrapping across the kitchen floor.

Maranda snapped up in bed to hear little feet padding in the kitchen followed by soft incantations of "cookie, cookie, cookie" and the unmistakable sound of our kitchen chair being slowly and deliberately pulled across the tile. A smile crossed her face as she realized that Kieran was on a mission to recover one of the cookies on the counter that he and mommy had baked the night before.

In a few moments she had halted the attempted burglary, but didn't have the heart to deny him a cookie as the fruit of his labor. Daddy has smiled more than once at the image of his precious son quietly chanting cookie as he inched the kitchen chair into the proper cookie rescue position.