peanut, peanut butter and cookies!

i know that's not how the song goes. even asher knows you have to say "and jelly!!" but i needed a clever title to talk about making peanut butter cookies today, so BOOYAH jelly. get outta here.

so asher and i tried to make peanut butter cookies today. i'm not sure why i keep trying to make them because they always turn out too gooey and pasty and just wrong. like maybe-they-need-to-cook-a-little-longer-because-they're-still-globs-of-goo-except-the-bottoms-are-already-burning-so-i-have-to-take-them-out-but-maybe-once-they-cool-they'll-look-like-cookies-but-they-never-do wrong. did you get all that? this happens every time i attempt pb cookies. i long for chewy, slightly crispy edged goodness and get blobs. regardless, i have an insatiable cookie tooth (it's kinda like a sweet tooth) and since i only had the ingredients to make peanut butter cookies, i hoped for better results. alas, i was once again disappointed (and a little nauseous from eating too much cookie dough). however, my sweet boy did not disappoint with his ridiculousness...

*i turn around from washing up some used baking utensils to find asher has ever so sneakily gotten ahold of the dough bowl and is trying to eat from it

me: hey! what are you doing?

asher: (i startle him and he jumps. a good sign he's up to no good) asher need it, mommy. i eatin'.

me: no, sir. you can't eat that. we have to cook it. (i take the bowl away)

asher: noooooooooo, mama! stop it!!!!! (he uses his whiniest whiner baby voice and swats his little cookie dough covered hand in my general direction)

me: no, YOU, stop it!! goofball!! (bryan makes fun of me because i use the line "YOU, no!" or "YOU stop it!" with asher a lot. just fightin' fire with fire, baby.)

asher: noooooo, mama! i neeeeeeeeeed it! (did i mention he's whiner babying?)

me: sorry, bud.

asher: mama! mama! i neeeeeeed it! (by this point he's boohooing and doing a dance)

i'm debating about whether or not to admit that i gave him a taste after all this settled down. would you think me a bad parent if i did? because i did. just a little one. it was just because he neeeeeeeeded it. he told me so.