I made sugar cookies today. When I got back from Relief Society tonight I found these cookies on the counter:
Ryan, of course, denied any involvement. But he cracked under the pressure when I took his right pointer finger and told him it still smelled like frosting (12 hours later). I should be a cop.
Ryan is pretty sneaky. I love the one where he clearly got the frosting all around the edge. It's still in the shape of a heart - Mom'll never catch that!
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