Yesterday, we tried it out for the first time. Coconut cookies. He did great pouring the ingredients into the mixer. He even locked the mixer for me when it was time to cream things and beat things. The dough turned out perfect and I got one batch into the oven. I gave Stone the spatula to lick, of course. Here are those pictures:
"Yummy!"
"Wait...how did that blob get off the scraper and on the counter?????"
"Oh well...life is too short to worry about it. Yummy..."
"Look, Mommy, it's empty! I want more!"
Now, me being a responsible mommy, I told him that he'd had enough cookie dough. We went into the living room while we waited on the first batch to finish. I left my sweet little helper on the couch to go get the crying baby. I was gone maybe 1 minute 45 seconds. When I returned to the living room, my sweet little helper was gone. It doesn't take a genius to deduce where he was. I knew I was safe, though, because I'd rinsed the scraper and it was in the sink. The worst it could be was him using his fingers.
Alas, I'd forgotten about the spoon. The one I used to drop the cookies onto the cookie pan (you can see it in the first two pictures).
How much cookie dough did he consume? I'm not sure, but there wasn't enough for a full second batch.
Darned tall stool!
2 comments:
The grand-apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Muddy (Dori's mom)likes the cookie dough better than the cookie too. Little stinker!
Eh. What doesn't kill you...
;o)
R loves to "help" in the kitchen, too. It's usually a TOTAL disaster in there after he helps, but we have a lot of fun! He has learned that lots of things can't be tasted before they're cooked. (Like meat...ewwwwww...)
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