Rerun, Cookie Monster

Or, should I say, cookie BAKER.

In my effort to “do more stuff” with the little guy, I suggested that we make cookies.  He was enthusiastic about “helping” and took it seriously.  I got his apron that Aunt Q-Bee made for him, and we got started.  I had two sticks of butter softened, and we decided to make snickerdoodles.

He was a little wary of the KitchenAid mixer, which isn’t a bad thing – I’d rather have a little healthy fear than having him jack it up to eleven and -POOF!- have batter everywhere.

He helped put in the measured ingredients (under my watchful eye), and then stirred the dry ones together for me.

The scooping and the rolling in cinnamon sugar didn’t appeal as much to him, but he wanted to help put cookies in and take them out.  But he did take me seriously when I told him the pans were hot.  He’s learned that lesson before with hot cookie sheets.  It was reassuring to see that some lessons have stuck with him.

When the cookies came out, he wanted to eat one immediately.

After they’d had a few minutes to cool, he wasted no time in fulfilling his usual quality control duties.

He ate three in a row, so I think we can be assured that they are good, and safe for the rest of us to eat.

Rerun is a pretty good little helper (and I put Thumper in the high chair with some Cheerios, so he wouldn’t be underfoot), and when he was done eating his first cookie, he climbed into my arms and hugged me, saying, “Thanks, Mom.  I love you.”

I love you too, Rerun.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, February 5th, 2014 at 1:54 am and is filed under Children, Kitchen Work.
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