This week with the P3/4 Sonlight Program has been a blast. The Boy has come up with some brand new “favorite ever” stories, like “Chicka Chicka Boom Boom” and “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie“. Loves them so much, in fact, that upon printing some “Chicka Chicka Boom Boom” he hugged the print-out and said, “Oh my goo-ness! I WOVE YOU!”

Yeah. I know. The kid needs friends. You should have seen the look on his face when I suggested we make cookies after reading “the mouse eating a cookie book”.

It was similar to this, only less cheeky.

It was nothing like this. This is his, “Put away the camera” face.

So is this.

The pouring of sugar is a very serious job. Clearly, by the look on his face, he took it as such.

I know. Sharp inhale. He’s attempting to pick that up with one hand. That heavy, full of hard to clean-up, sticky, powdery brown sugar. WITH ONE HAND! Every mom of a toddler is every so slightly terrified and wondering why I didn’t put down the camera.

I did. That’s why there’s no picture of him pouring in the brown sugar. Although, he did end up using both hands by himself. He hates messes much more than I do. I find myself regularly telling him, “It’s okay to get messy. Really, it’s fine!”

To which he regularly responds, “No. No, it’s not, mommy. I need to wash my hands.”

And that’s how I’m regularly chided by a 2 year old.

Back to the one-handed cookies.

Which he handled exceptionally well.

There was a minor hiccup, however, when he (using two hands) spilled a little flour on the kitchen island.

Feel free to sharply inhale again. He certainly did.

I said, “It’s okay.”

He said, “THE TABLE IS DIRTY OF FLOUR! MY SHIRT IS DIRTY OF FLOUR! MY HANDS ARE DIRTY OF FLOUR! OH NOOOO, MOMMYYYYYYYYYY!”

We had to take a hand wash, table wipe and shirt cleaning break.

I spent the time between the 2 year old OCD break cleaning up break and this picture trying to stave off the boy eating the dough straight out of the bowl. We had to have a talk about raw eggs and salmonella.

He didn’t want to touch dough. Ever. Again. But he did want to “wook at dee cookies in dee oven!”

And he did. A lot.

Can I ask a favor? Could we all pretend like that cookie isn’t clearly burnt? Could we pretend like I didn’t get sidetracked trying to convince that sleepy faced child up there to take a nap while he screamed no because he wanted to see the cookies again and again and again?

Thanks.

While it’s clear the rousing “BOOM! BOOM!” is what is the cause of his love for “Chicka Chicka Boom Boom“, I’m convinced that Sonlight’s suggestion to make cookies after reading “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” is the main reason he fell in love with this book. We are positively loving Sonlight right now.