Cookies
We were all getting some snacks one afternoon over the weekend when my 2 year old requested cookies. OK. So we got him a cookie. No, that’s not what he wanted. So we got him one of the other kind of cookies we had, and he didn’t want that either. Frustrated, I finally told him “Show me.” My 2year old opens the cabinet where we keep the snacks and pulls out a bag of pretzels and says, “Cookie!” Hanging our heads in parental defeat, my husband and I explain that those are pretzels. So now when our 2 year old asks for a cookie, we have to clarify if he means cookie or pretzel. I’ll be glad when we’re done with 2.
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