that my friend at work, Gary, gave us earlier this week. Each night
when I pick Callum up from school he asks if he can have "his white
cookies" - and scarfs down his dinner in order to have said (crack,
IMHO) cookies.
Today was the last of the batch, and Callum seemed to know it, by
licking his bowl clean and smothering as much of the powdered sugar
all over him as he could (what the pic doesn't show is how much got
onto his shirt and hair too). :)
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