One night she kept begging for a cookie. It was almost bed time and both Arnold and I had told her no several times. Finally she disappeared upstairs. After a few minutes she started coming down the stairs carrying her bathroom stool. It's a fairly large stool, over half her size. It's also somewhat heavy. Arnold and I sat on the couch watching her maneuver this stool, hoping she and the stool didn't end up tumbling down the stairs.
Sure enough she managed to get the stool down the stairs and into the kitchen. She put the stool up against the pantry doors, climbed on top and tried to open the doors. She quickly realized that she couldn't open the doors because the stool was in the way, so she climbed down the stool, moved it out a little ways from the doors, climbed back up and opened the doors about two inches. She then climbed back off the stool, moved it a little further from the doors, climbed back up and opened the doors a little more. She then climbed down, moved the stool out of the way, open the pantry doors all the say, moved the stool back into the pantry, climbed up and reached the cookies.
The whole time Arnold and I are watching and wondering if she really thinks we can't see her! Once she had the cookies, she comes into the living room looks right at me and says, "little tiny little bit cookies mom?"
Arnold and I both looked at each other and shook our heads. Anyone that determined, and willing to go to that much effort for one little cookie certainly deserves to eat it.
"Yes Reese, little tiny little bit cookie!"
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