Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The gift of time

"Mum, can we bake cookies when you get up?"

I peel open one sleepy eye and gaze grumpily at Miss 10, who is standing in the doorway. All I really want is another hour of sleep. It's only days before Christmas, and there is so much to do. I really don't have time to add 'cookie baking' to an already overwhelming 'to do' list.

She hops from foot to foot, smiling hopefully. "Please, mummy. I really feel like some cookies."

"What kind of cookies?" I ask.

"Chocolate chip. Without any nuts in them though. I don't like the ones with nuts."

I sigh. She pouts. She wins. "Okay .... " I say.

"Yay!!" Her face splits into a huge grin.

I don't feel like sleeping any more.

I feel like cookies. I'll need coffee to go with them, though.

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