Cookies

Woodstock woke up this morning, yelled "Uppie" from her crib and, upon being asked if she would like some milk (my standard morning question), she replied:

"COOKIES?!" This was followed by her version of the ASL sign for "More" and significant bouncing anticipation.(Translation: "I want." Lately she wanders around the house signing "more" - her way of asking for something, anything, in sight).

That is not part of the usual morning script.

Just in case you're thinking of asking - the only "cookies" she's ever had in any sort of quantity are graham crackers that she gets at Miss Jan's. She does get Kashi 7-grain crackers as a snack fairly often and she frequently mixes up the words "crackers" and "cookies" when the items in question aren't present.

But still ... cookies? For breakfast?

As she was having her morning milk, she would stop sucking, look up at me with huge blue eyes full of hope, sign "more" and ask, "Cookies?"

She did not have cookies (or crackers) for breakfast, though she asked again when she saw the cracker box on the counter and again when she got into the car. Rather, she had a sensible bowl of cinnamon oatmeal with apple slices.

It was, however, the first thing she asked Miss Jan for today. The minute Miss Jan opened the door, Woodstock opened her arms, leaned over to Miss Jan, signed "more" and said, "Cookies?"

Poor kid. Such a rough life. Already she has the meanest mom on the block.