Saturday, January 14, 2006

Get down boy!

Last night we had the missionaries over for dinner. 
After dinner we invited them into our living room to talk.
During our conversation, Oliver must have said "cookie" 
to me about 500 times.
I had made chocolate chip cookies for dessert and 
it was all this little man-child could think about.
Finally I carried Oliver into the kitchen with me to get our dessert 
to serve, and this is what we came upon in the kitchen:

The cookies I had made were gone.  ALL GONE!  
Jimmy had attacked dessert and broken Oliver's heart,
(and the missionaries too).