My husband made Christmas cookies.
And then declared that since they were for Christmas, we could not eat any until tomorrow.
He made me promise not to touch them until tomorrow. And I looked deep into the eyes of the person I love the most in the world and lied through my teeth.
And now, we're playing a game called "how many cookies can Everly sneak before he notices they are going missing?"
I'm up to 6 and it's only been an hour.















