Story. We came in from our run last night. It ended up being a lot warmer of an evening than I anticipated. Which threw the idea of hot chocolate for FHE treats out the window. So I asked the boys if they wanted hot cocoa, or cookies for treats. Connor was emphatic about cookies.
Connor: “I’ll go down and pick out the type I want you to make Mom.”
Mom: “Downstairs? Don’t you want me to make ones from scratch?”
Connor: “What’s scratch?”
(Insert Daniel’s laughter from upstairs)
What can I say. Betty Crocker is my friend…when it comes to cookies.
In my defense, I did forget that I had cookie pouches in our food storage. So Connor threw me a little bit. Oh, and you truly have to have talent for making cookies. They never seem to turn out the way I want them to.
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