Milk and Tookies

   Ok, she doesn’t say Tookies, like some of her friends do, but it sounded like a cute title. While we were walking around the block today after dinner, she asked why don’t we make cookies, so I said sure, why not? It was a little late, but seemed like a good thing to do together, and I know how she likes to cook. So I rumaged through the fridge and cupboard to make sure we had everything, which we did. She got on one of the aprons, and we measured stuff out and put it in two bowls, then combined them like the instructions said(I am an engineer, afterall). Here’s one picture of her stirring before the dough got really tough. She measured out a couple of sheets of cookies, then I told her to take a bath while they were baking. So the second picture is of a clean-smelling-baby Arianna enjoying the fruits of her labor.
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