It's Time For Cookies

Yesterday I helped the girls make cookies. I am ashamed to say that I haven't done that in a LONG time. In fact, I can't even remember ever doing it, although I am sure I must have at some point, right? I have come to rely on the baking skills of others. My kids have lots of fond memories of making cookies with Aunt Kim. But Aunt Kim is pregnant, and is not usually in the baking mood anymore. In fact she has been trying to get Leilani to make cookies for her. She has tried to make me feel guilty that Leilani is almost 10 years old and can't make cookies by herself. (Did I miss a benchmark somewhere? Is there an age that kids are supposed to make cookies by themselves that I have missed?) So, Leilani had the seed planted in her mind that she should be able to make cookies, and has been nagging me to teach her. So, yesterday I finally made the time. They had lots of fun, and I know it is a good skill for them to have.
My problem is that I would much rather sit down and eat the entire bowl of cookie dough then to eat the baked cookies. But what kind of example would that be? We are not supposed to let our kids eat raw dough anymore because the raw eggs might make them sick. There are so many simple joys in childhood that are suddenly bad for you now. So, I had to sneak my bites of dough. As you can see in the pictures, though, I did let them lick the beaters and scrape the bowl. Amazingly enough, nobody go sick.