I try, I really do. It used to just be my son who reminded me that my baking would never measure up to my sister's. But last night as my daughter and I hung out together, feeling the first crisp fall air blow through the windows, she also, gave my sister the cookie nod. She said, "Hey mom, can you make some cookies?" Of course, I tell her. Then she says, "Mom, can you just try a little harder...?" I stop her and tell her I'll do my best. I think they taste fine. Don't they look good?
Monday, August 25, 2008
No, They Are Not As Good as My Sister's
I try, I really do. It used to just be my son who reminded me that my baking would never measure up to my sister's. But last night as my daughter and I hung out together, feeling the first crisp fall air blow through the windows, she also, gave my sister the cookie nod. She said, "Hey mom, can you make some cookies?" Of course, I tell her. Then she says, "Mom, can you just try a little harder...?" I stop her and tell her I'll do my best. I think they taste fine. Don't they look good?
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