Yesterday this showed up in my inbox at work:
I made cookies today during therapy. It was fun. I did not really like that stuff on my hands and fingers but I was a good sport about it. The cookies tasted pretty good uncooked. When I wake up from my nap, daddy will give me one for a snack. Not sure why he wouldn't give me one before a nap. Something about sugar.
I hope you are having a good day today.
I love you,
I think I have some baking competition they tasted pretty good.