🖍️ Write Like a Kid! ✨ - The Great Cookie Heist

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Mama says no more cookies, but I think maybe she forgot how yummy they are. So, I have a plan. A BIG plan. A super-secret, ninja-style, sneaky-sneak plan.

First, I check the kitchen. No Mama. No Dada. Just me and the cookies. They sit on the counter, way up high, like a treasure on a mountain. But I am very small. And my arms? Not long at all.

I try to jump. Boing! Boing! No cookies.270Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXW5dq1KWjr
I try to climb. Scramble, scramble! Too slippy.270Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLpf5SuKJ7K
I try to stare really hard at the cookies. Maybe they will feel bad and jump down. They do not.

Then—BRILLIANT IDEA!270Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAOvEZGqag8
I get Chairy (he is a chair, but also my best friend). I push him very quiet to the counter. I climb. I almost grab the cookie jar when—

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOUNG LADY?"

Uh-oh. It’s Mama. And she looks serious. But I have a backup plan.270Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPX0thoqzzS
I look at her with BIG puppy eyes.270Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkBlA3OUP43
I pat my tummy. "I was just checking if the cookies are safe, Mama!"

She squints. I smile.

Then she does something crazy.270Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDXT4sWJHWB
She laughs and gives me a cookie. A WHOLE ONE.

Mission success. 🍪✨

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