The Cookie Master

That's what he calls himself now. Even though we hardly ever make cookies......he's "The Cookie Master." He can can crack eggs, he knows the difference between different ingredients, and like his mother, he likes to lick the bowl. We didn't make cookies today, we made these.

I'm a brownie batter eater, which I've mentioned before. It's an addiction which I have passed on to my child. And unlike my mother (sorry mom) I leave more than needed in the bowl. I don't skimp on the batter. But now... I have competition. It's difficult to compete with your child for food. You don't really want to take it away from them, but you don't really want them to get it all either. It didn't used to be a competition, I could eat as much as I wanted and he would be dandy with it because he had a stomach the size of a walnut. That is not the case anymore. Though he is still skinny as skinny can be... we look at each other like ravenous wolves when it comes to brownie batter. Our eyes glaze over. We drool. It's ravenous I say!

And then I look at his big eyes loving every bite gracing his lips and I give up. I can't help it. Once you're a mom, you really would give your left arm to you child if they needed it. And I... let him clean out the brownie batter bowl. It all part the of sacrifices a mother must endure.