She was a big help. She plowed through about half a bag of chocolate chips while Ty made the first part on the stove. Then she helped pour it the flour, use the mixer, etc. She was so excited!
(Warning- child endangerment ahead...)
We even let her lick a beater.. raw eggs and all. She looked so cute, I had to pull out the video camera, too. I even made a comment that the tape will be destroyed if she comes down with salmonella!
She was pretty pooped, and the dough had to chill for 30 minutes before shaping the cookies, so we decided it was her bed time. She didn't even care! Ah, the ignorance... er, innocence of children!
Today, after playschool, I told her we could go home and have one of the cookies she and Daddy baked last night. For the whole way home, she rambled about making cookies. I look back in the rear-view mirror, and I see her with her hands together making circles out in front of her, saying, "I stirred and I stirred and I stirred"...
I don't ever want to imagine the day when she sounds any more grown-up than right now. **Sigh**