Email Cookies

The other day Levi brought me a pot from the kitchen. He said, "Coo-key, coo-key. Make coo-keys. Cook oven. Coo-key, Coo-key." He then set the pot down and pretended to turn on an imaginary oven. All the while jabbering about wanting to make cookies.
I couldn't possibly resist. We made oatmeal cookies. He stood on a chair and "helped." I can't believe how big he is getting. He tries desperately to help me stir...especially when nothing needs stirring. I just wanted to kiss him a billion times and I might have had the urge to eat him up with a spoon
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I resisted.
The cookies cooked as he went on and on about "Coo-keys, coo-keys." When they were finished and cooled he announced to me that we were eating "email coo-keys."
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My heart nearly burst, and my side nearly split from the joy and the laughter.

So, that's the story of email cookies. I don't think I'll ever look at another oatmeal cookie the same way. It's funny how these little critters totally transform the landscape of your life in such funny, quirky little ways.