I'm not exactly what you would call "good" at drawing. But...that's never really stopped me from doing what I want. (Seriously, this is something I just don't understand. I can NOT draw. Sure, I can make a cake that looks exactly like a cowboy boot. But DRAW a boot? No can do.)
This is my favorite cookie. There's a lot of 4 year old love in that cookie, I think. (He also did one with his own name. And then ate it. Before breakfast. Don't tell my husband.)
These cookies were much easier than I thought they would be. I mean...you just draw on some stick people and you're done. So I had a lot of left-over "empty" cookies. I just sat there staring at the blank cookies. And then at my markers. And then at the cookies again...and then...I realized -- the possibilities are ENDLESS. I'm going to keep a stack of spare cookies around all the time for those last minute cookie emergencies.
You know, like -- "Sorry I set your pants on fire while you weren't looking."
Or cookies for that person who is going on their one millionth vacation to some exotic island while you stay home working. All day. Every day. For the REST OF YOUR LIFE.
Umm...I mean....
This one. This is what I meant.
Or cookies to say -- "Thank you for doing all those awful things that mothers do for their children that no one else will ever do. And for still loving me even when I set fire to my brother's pants while he wasn't looking." **
Yep. I think that sums it up right there.
** This statement is in no way a confession. I'm just saying that mothers love their children no matter what, right? There is no way I'm getting pinned with that after all these years.