When All Else Fails, Bake Cookies

Yesterday Tucker and I had a rough day. Tucker kept whining and I kept crying. So Mom, exasperated (which is a word she used but I’m not sure what it means), decided a change of scenery was in order and she made us all go into the kitchen.


I got a kick out of Mom showing me all the kitchen utensils and explaining what they’re used for, and Tucker liked sleeping on the cool kitchen floor. So Mom took advantage of the peace and quiet and, although she said something about how she should be doing freelance work, made cookies.



“Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.” —Barbara Jordan