I'm waiting for a batch of homemade cookies to heat up the house until I can't take it anymore; just a few more minutes.
My niece, Kelly, she said that she hated my music (though she was dancing and super happy and screamed when I turned it off) she said that "turn off ugla musec or mak coodees." So, I made cookies, they sound good anyways.
Now, they're almost done, they smell so good. So of course, I asked Kelly if she wants her cookies that she helped me make; even if they have weird hand prints in them. Here is a list of reasons she gave me for why she can't have cookies, in order.
Coodees mak my tummy rut.
Coodees mak me sick.
Coodees mak me buke.
Coodees rut me back.
Coodees mak me die.
Coodees no mak my heart go boom boom no more.
She honestly said all of that; I'm wondering what my sister may have taught her while I was away. I thought it was cute, and am impatient when it comes to how long the oven is making me wait for cookies, so I'm sharing this.
Anyways, my cookies are done, anyone want one with a handprint? I'll trade for milk!
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She ate them anyways ^.^ but was right the first time she said she shouldn't have eaten cookies.