I was baking some cookies to take to a reception that I'm going to tomorrow. Of course, I knew that my husband and son would be needing tastes, so I made extra. When the first batch came out, Jonah sweetly asked for one, so I put one on the counter where he was sitting on a barstool. "Thank you, Mommy" he said. I turned back to my cookies.
Then I heard a mischievous little voice say: "It smells like dog poop..."
Blink. Blink, blink.
Nevermind, kid, no cookies for you.