A conversation

Jesus Price


William and I were baking cookies today. Because I want to share the excitement of the holiday season with our kids early on. Today we had a little time and Christmas cookies were on my list of things to do. Sure, it would have been quicker and cleaner to stir, roll and bake up 300 cut out cookies on my own, but where would the Christmas Spirit be in doing it myself. So, I enlisted William to help.

Let's just say the rosy vision I had of us stirring batter and laughing in a cozy warm kitchen wasn't exactly what happened. It was way messier and took 100 years longer than I was anticipating. I am proud to say in the end William helped me mix, cut, bake, frost and decorate just about every single cookie. He really worked hard. And so did I.

About 2 hours into the process, we had mixed up the batter, rolled out the dough and were in the cutting out/baking step. After filling up the cookie sheet with cut out dough shapes, we turned around to look at the small pile of cookies on the kitchen table.

William: Who are these cookie for?

Mama: Ooohhhh....they are for a lot of people. We are going to bring some to Grandpas and Grandma, to our friends and to church.

William: Will they like our cookies?

Mama: Oh yes! They will love our cookies. Especially since you were such a good helper.

William: Do you know who else will love our cookies?

Mama: [pause, uncertain] Who else will like our cookies?

William: Jesus Price is going to love our cookies when we bring them to church.

Mama: [pause.....processing.....no response seems appropriate....must not laugh...must not laugh....] Hmmmmm....I think you are right baby. He will love our cookies.