who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
it was so paul, over and over and over.
ruthie got frustrated and asked if she could store the ice-cream-bucket-turned-cookie-jar in the upper oven.
sure. i was busy with laundry and was glad for the help.
then i took the older girls to jazz class.
and tim came home and started to make dinner.
and i came home and smelt that undeniable smell of burning plastic.
we searched around the stove. again. and once again. minutes passed. and again we checked.
then tim suddenly threw up his arms as he raced for the oven, preheating for the chesse meltdown for the stuffed bell peppers.
what was left was 2 burnt cookies, an ice cream bucket handle, and a small lump of very clear something on the oven's bottom.
and a horrbile, do-not-open-the-oven.
everybody was very sad until i told them, well, there is another whole bucket of cookies in the freezer.
(really, how can a family of 12 cookie-eating-people mourn the loss of a mere 2 cookies?!?!?)
janey, tim, ruthie, paul, clarisa, mary, johnny, tee, holland, jacob, benson, elisa
3 comments:
Two ruined cookie stories to read in one day. I'm feeling heartbroken for your family. But the cleaning back out of the oven is worse if you ask me!!!
And all I can come up with is OH MY!!!
This is becoming a bit of a habit at your house! My plate in the microwave, the cookie bucket in the oven! Sheesh woman, just eat those cookies and don't save them for later! Haha! That's what I do!
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