Norah and I made some peanut butter cookies tonight. After her dad saw them, the conversation went something like this:
Dwayne- "Seriously. Those are about the most perfect cookies I've ever seen."
Me- "Yeah. They did turn out real well... but that's because Norah was supervising." (This is when I patted her head and smiled. Obviously, I was being a little sarcastic.)
Speaking to her dad with a very serious face, Norah-
"Really, Dad. I did do most of the licking."