A Snickerdoodle Story for You

Bun (17 months) begging for Snickerdoodles.

Bun pleading and crying for Snickerdoodles.

They're that good!

Bun was my shadow last week when I baked Snickerdoodles for the Airmen Cookie Drive.

 I purposely started to bake them during naptime so I wouldn't have little beggers. But he woke up early from his nap and watched me very intrigued.

First he was fascinated with the balls of dough and really, really wanted to play with them. He said, "Pease," and "More" while signing "please" and "more".

Then as I rolled the balls of dough in the cinnamon-sugar mixture he became upset that I was playing with the little balls and not him. When I had the nerve to flatten all of them with the bottom of the glass, he melted into a little Bun-puddle on the floor and sobbed sadly.

Ever hopeful he arose to see what was next and was absolutely horrified that I would stick the whole pan of flattened little balls in the oven!

Bun knows that the oven is hot and off-limits and that there's no return.  He sobbed and sobbed and told his cow, Mooly, all about his woes- but he still stayed in the kitchen.

When the cookies came out of the oven. and Bun could smell their cinnamon-buttery goodness. he regained hopefulness. But then I slid them onto the cooling rack just out of reach of his chubby dimpled hands. And he signed, and smiled, and said, "Pease" repeatedly.

I cooled off a cookie as fast as I could and shared it with him.

It was then he had the realization that he'd rather have the baked cookies then play with the dough balls-- and he would not leave me alone until all the cookies were bagged and out of sight (which was six pans later).

He cried and reached up at the dishwasher (where he knew the cookies were) everytime he finished one. I think that little Chubba-Bun ate half a dozen cookies that afternoon.