relax, it's just a cookie.

Have you ever been cleaning up lunch and pop a piece of cookie left on the counter into your mouth, thinking it was yours...the last half of the last cookie you kept eye contact with all through the peanut butter and cheese cracker episode to make sure it wasn't pilfered by those...sweet...little hands, because you wanted one so badly that you put yourself through the screaming over who licks the mixer battle to make a batch that morning, then realized your hubby would appreciate taking some as refreshments for his training tonight, so you save most for him and divvy out the rest, ever so carefully, making sure there was one special, delicious chocolate chip morsel left for you, and upon seeing half of it was somehow STOLEN right from under you, you decide to let it go because you're trying to be a nice mom, and you had another half left, anyway, that you would save for a moment when you could treasure its goodness...alone...cleaning up...only to realize it had already been in the slobbery mouth of...another?

Huh. Me neither.