Today I made a small batch of cookies so I could send a few along with the guys who came to hook up our DirecTV, and so I would have some for the kids that are coming tonight for a kid swap. (We get the favor returned tomorrow night!) Owen and Helen each licked a beater while they waited on the cookies to bake.
"I'm not messy!" Owen announced with pride. On a scale of 1-10, he was about a 3. Helen was an 8.
Their little kitten tongues cleaned the beaters thoroughly, and I split a warm chocolatey cookie between them. The mess-o-meter went up slightly. "I want another cookie!" Owen pleaded.
"No, you've had your limit, buddy," I answered.
"I want another limit."