What I meant was - sometime in the week before Thanksgiving, we baked. Chocolate chip cookies...er, I mean cookie.
That's right. I molded Luke a giant, massive, tremendous cookie in the shape of an "L". He recently learned how to spell his name, and I wanted to reinforce this.
It's the size of his head!
OK, that's bull. We were having a great time and I wanted to make something special for him. He thought the big L cookie was pretty cool. Then I told him that the cookie was all his, he could actually eat his giant L chocolate-chip cookie. I don't think he knew that it was actually edible. He kind of lost his mind when he realized it was all his. He looked like this:
Which, of course, makes it all worthwhile. Until the sugar high Luke got from eating even a corner of this monster cookie faded, and he crashed. Hard.
Still worth it though. Look at that smile!
