I recently learned how much Joshua likes to help his mommy make cookies. I too love to make cookies, so I thought we could spend some time together baking some.
While we were babysitting Christopher and Anna Marie’s children one day when they had a midwife appointment and date, I asked Joshua if he wanted to help Aunt Mary make cookies. He quickly put down his toy chain saw and came running to the kitchen. He took great delight dumping ingredients in, especially the “smoke” (or the flour). But the best part—eating the dough (before the eggs were added)!
For the next week and a half, he told me several times, “Thank you, Aunt Mary, for making cookies with me; it was very yum.” One day when I was over there, he said, “Aunt Mary? Maybe tomorrow I could come over to your house, and we could make cookies together. That would be VERY special!” He’s only 2 years old!
We happened to be babysitting the kids a couple days later, so Josh and I got to work again making cookies! After much dumping and many bites later, the cookies were finished. I think a tradition has started—at least in his mind.
“My son, eat thou honey, because it is good;
and the honeycomb, which is sweet to thy taste.”