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It was a few minutes before dinner.
He wanted a cookie.
His mother said the timing wasn’t great. He’ll have to wait. Can get one for dessert.
He frowned. His lips turned down in a pout but puckered in consideration as his eyes inspected the contents of the transparent cookie jar.
“But maybe I can taste it now,” he bargained. “Just a teeny tiny cookie, like this,” he pointed to a broken piece at the bottom of the jar. “You see, Mama? Just a little bit of crumbs …”
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And suddenly they’re all gone 🙂
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oops … 😉
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How can a mother say no to that?😉😃😘
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Indeed! 🙂
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Brought himself a cookie yesterday from a favorite cafe where I had lovely lunch with a high school friend, and he took one bite, pronounced it delicious and tucked it away for later. Maybe impulsivity gets better with age!
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🙂 Cookies are good.
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