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Mama says no more cookies, but I think maybe she forgot how yummy they are. So, I have a plan. A BIG plan. A super-secret, ninja-style, sneaky-sneak plan.
First, I check the kitchen. No Mama. No Dada. Just me and the cookies. They sit on the counter, way up high, like a treasure on a mountain. But I am very small. And my arms? Not long at all.
I try to jump. Boing! Boing! No cookies.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHmbbsYUXp6
I try to climb. Scramble, scramble! Too slippy.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZs2equ3Gim
I try to stare really hard at the cookies. Maybe they will feel bad and jump down. They do not.
Then—BRILLIANT IDEA!121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK1u028TJ7m
I get Chairy (he is a chair, but also my best friend). I push him very quiet to the counter. I climb. I almost grab the cookie jar when—
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOUNG LADY?"
Uh-oh. It’s Mama. And she looks serious. But I have a backup plan.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuv0eRdbUVs
I look at her with BIG puppy eyes.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh8Pi6BrZPg
I pat my tummy. "I was just checking if the cookies are safe, Mama!"
She squints. I smile.
Then she does something crazy.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5LuUhU5JOV
She laughs and gives me a cookie. A WHOLE ONE.
Mission success. 🍪✨
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