I made breakfast bars this morning for breakfast.  I told the children they were cookies.  I might have been buying good will and affection this morning.  I might be more mature than that. The point is, the ingredients look awfully similar to oatmeal cookies.

Simon, hungry, comes into the kitchen.  “Are the cookies ready yet!  Cookies are my best friend!  I love cookies!”

I’m already laughing.  “They’re not done yet, baby.  They’re still baking.”

Simon’s eyes narrow, “Baking?!  WHAT IS BAKING?!”

“It means they’re still cooking.”

He scowls, “BAKING?!  BAKING IS BAD! I want my cookies!”

He stomps out of the room, leaving me to  collect myself from the floor.