Amand-r and the great cookie disaster.
--by Amand-r, PEI Esquire, DSMV VI
As this is Viv's first Halloween party I wanted to make a good showing at the whole "I'm an awesome parent and I rule hard" game that instinctually takes over your brain when faced with the sign up sheet for sweets to bring. Mum signed me up for cookies.
I can do cookies.
Simpler is better with preschoolers, but these are discerning palates, raised on Chef Boyardee and Clif Bars. Naturally I wanted to be awesome.
The first batch burnt to a crisp, as I was rolling them way thinner than I should. I had to pitch them. Then mum told me that I was probably still in pierogie dough mode. Still, I baked them for five minutes. In the end, I started to collect the okay box and the reject box:
SOME OF THEM COULDN'T TAKE THE PRESSURE:
When they were all made, I brough Viv home from Joanma and Pop-Pop's and set her up with lame icing and the rejected cookies:
Tryin' to catch me riding shirty:
Vivi's cookies:
Mommy's cookies:
And then Viv's halloween parade. Skip if you're not into kid pictures.
I FELT SECURE KNOWING THAT Tinkerbell and Snow White were being flanked by the Dark Knight and the Transformers.