Yesterday, I put three little Oreos on the lil' dude's highchair after she gobbled down her chicken noodle soup-lunch.
Three, teeny, tiny baby Oreos- a first for the girl.
She picked them up, one at a time, and smelled them. Big inhale ... even bigger smile.
She stuck her pink tongue out, testing the white filling.
She threw the first two down her gullet in one fell swoop.
Chewing and chewing and swallowed. Gone. Big slurp of milk to wash the cookie goodness down brought her to her very last cookie.
She picked it up, smelled it, smiled, and paused.
Mama? she asked. Cookie?
A girl willing to share her very last Oreo?