Thursday, March 5, 2009


Little Master Mischievous, in the cookie jar,
Who has ever told you where the cookies are?
Now your sticky fingers smear the curtains white;
You have finger-printed everything in sight.

There's no use in scolding; when you smile that way
You can rob of terror every word we say.
--Edgar Guest--

I think he wanted the cookie on the bottom.
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The Christensens said...

You changed the name!! I just noticed. I have been waiting for it.

Mike and Jen said...

Ummmm I want the one second from the bottom those look like good cookies! You know my address!

Aprilyn said...

Can I have some cookies too please