It all started the first time I made cookies with my husband.
I was newly married.
I had carefully placed the round balls of cookie dough on the baking sheet and was ready to place the sheet in the oven. I turned around to grab the oven mitt and noticed a ball of cookie dough was mysteriously missing from my grid of balls on the pan.
My husband innocently grinned at me.
I noticed his mouth was full.
We've now been married eleven years and have four kids.
My husband has trained my children in his sneaky ways.
Our youngest daughter walked by the pan of cookie dough balls today and made her father proud.
I didn't see a thing.
But I have a photo for evidence.
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| Notice the blank spot where the dough ball should be... |
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