Yesterday, Bailey and I put our aprons on and started baking in the kitchen for a bake sale we agreed to bake cookies for. I think Bailey's actual motive was to just get closer to the chocolate chunks so she could steal them.
After the first batch was finished and we moved them onto the cooling racks, we discussed that they were still hot. A few minutes later, I see the little lass in her red apron dash away, and there she was, a cookie in hand, that she somehow mysteriously reached off of the counter, from its rightful place on the cooling rack.
She was just seeing if they were edible, right?
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