Meet Bob

I have a confession to make.  I rarely make cookies for my kids.  Don’t get me wrong.  They get plenty of samples and whatever crumbs are left over (which are a lot!).  They, however, rarely get a special treat baked just for them.

The other night my daughter shoved her favorite stuffie Bob in my face.  He goes everywhere with her.  They chat for hours.  When he talks, my ears bleed.  She created this high pitched squeak for his voice.  She sleeps with him every night.  She loves him.  And he loves her.

I should’ve seen the possibility before.  His rounded body and little ears.  The perfect shape for a cookie.  When I mentioned the idea as we lay together before bed, my daughter went crazy.  She jumped up and wanted to get started right away.

Over the weekend, when it was time to make cookies, she stuck to my side.  She watched me bake the dough, mix the icing, and pipe the layers to create her best friend out of sugar.  She was over the moon with his cookie clones.  And then she ate him.

One of these things is not like the others.
One of these things is not like the others.

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