See? There's big brother coming in to assist with the removal. Which was okay, because she'd already yanked at it and made it stick up all funny.
Speaking of big brother. He was in 'a mood' yesterday. And by 'a mood' I mean drove us to the brink of insanity by 2pm. He saw me making cookies after lunch, and had a big huge dramatic meltdown over said cookies. Think screaming and kicking and sister shoving and absolutely no words that sounded like "mama, cookie, please". So obviously, no cookie. So obviously, he spent most of the afternoon screaming and kicking and sister shoving. And when I did talk him into sitting (begrudgingly) for a picture, instead of saying "cheese" he mumbled "cookie" and pointed off toward the kitchen cabinet he'd seen me "hide" the cookies in.
But then, for a few seconds, there was sweetness.
Until he remembered the cookies hiding in the kitchen.
No fear, Bug-pitying readers, he did eventually get his cookie fix. We took him to a Packer party where he ate cookies, chased girls, and won mama some money on the slots.