My lips were smacking as mom made cookies.
I stayed right with her through every move she made. I went to the pantry with her while she got all the ingredients to make chocolate chip cookies. They sure did smell good while she was mixing up everything, and I know they will smell better while they are cooking. I was real good; I didn’t beg, bark, try to grap a chip, or anything like that. I didn’t even get in her way when she went to the oven. I watched her as she dropped the dough on the long pan, and licked her fingers when she dropped the last one on there. When she took them out of the oven, I was drooling. Mom must have seen how badly I wanted one, because she blew on a cookie to cool it off, and then she gave it to me.
I know I will get some more cookies when she takes dad some after his dinner tonight. I can wait, but it won’t be easy.