Oh Isaac. Sweet Isaac. I love you. And I know that you love me. But I think that your love for me is rivaled by your love for these things known simply as "cookies". Goya Maria cookies to be exact.
In the world of cookies, they're really not half-bad for you. They even have a little protein in them! Perhaps you somehow know this and that is why you love them so. You stand by the drawer where they make their home, contort your face and point your finger in a way that can only mean one thing: "I want cookies!"
If you've eaten some decent food that day, you'll usually get 1...or 2...or 3. When that cookie is in your hand, birds are singing, flowers bloom, and all is right with the world. However, if you approach that drawer, signal for a cookie, and the answer is "No", WATCH OUT WORLD! You will scream until the cows come home, throw yourself on the floor 83473847293847 times in a row and promptly throw any non-cookie food offered to you straight to the floor! The first time it was entertaining. I guess you could even call it "cute", but now, not so much. You'll have to do something about that, ok?
Right now you're sleeping peacefully, probably dreaming of "Maria."
Until tomorrow, sweet dreams and all my love my little cookie face!
-Your jealousofcookies Mama-
