LQ woke up before six this morning, so by 8.30am we had watched Mickey Mouse Playhouse, eaten breakfast, washed a stack of dirty clothes, put the laundry in the dryer and started to make chocolate chip cookies.
LQ was partially interested in what I was doing as I creamed the butter with the sugar. She assisted with cracking the eggs, but went back to banging her measuring cups on the bench and saying "uh oh" at appropriate times (ie. when the sugar was inadvertently FLUNG across the room). However, the crinkle crinkle of the chocolate chip packets stopped LQ in her flour tracks. You see LQ KNOWS when a Prettily coloured packet makes that wonderful crinkle crinkle sound, it usually means something delicious is inside.
She watched intently as I poured those delicious chocolate chips into the batter. Then as if it were second nature and she did it all the time her little chubby hand found its way into the bowl and picked out a single chocolate chip.
Like a stalwart documenter, I rushed to get the camera instead of chastising LQ and let her do it again, just so you could see it.