Olivia is in the kitchen again. "Mommy, I hungly"
Ok, what do I give her to not spoil her dinner and keep her occupied for the 10 minutes that it will take to finish up....
"Here, honey, can you help Mommy open this stick of butter, I need some more for the broccoli."
For some reason opening a new stick of butter is like opening up a present. It's neatly gift wrapped, ready to be touched by pink little fingers... it's really the best part about making cookies. Well, maybe second best to licking the beaters.
After a few minutes of allowing her to work at the wrapper, I look down to find my perfect new stick of yellow creamy-ness with a set of teeth marks on each end.
I guess she was hungrier than I thought.
