I've been wanting to bake cookies for days. I've also been wanting to try to have Oscar "help." For fun. For both of us.
We did make cookies tonight and it was mostly fun. But I have to admit, I was a bit stressed out. He was standing on a chair. He was flipping dough all over the kitchen while "stirring."
And he ate cookie dough! How did he know that tan goo is so good? I was all, "No, no, salmonella!" He just laughed.
He didn't want to relinquish the spoon. Ever. He also snapped up about five chocolate chips after he poured them in the bowl. And didn't want to relinquish the bowl. Ever.
And then he made some music and told some fibs and cracked up. The end.
Oh, he also helped clean up and then ate a warm cookie. The end.