You’ve done it before, haven’t you?
Even as an adult,
maybe even more so as an adult,
I’ve kifed my share of cookies when no one was looking
or better, at home.
I’ve got great alibi’s too. . .
G R A N D K I D S
I can always say,
“I bet the kids stuffed their pockets or book bags with those cookies!”
Or, just the lame,
“Geez, I don’t know what happened to those cookies.”
So. . .what are you?
A Cookie Stealer?
A Cookie Borrower?
A Cookie Sharer?
I love the story,
you probably do to,
or at least, now you will. . .
Ben was still a little boy who had no great alibi’s. . .
no brothers or sisters. . .
Just Ben. . .
But, Ben possessed something that most don’t ever have:
He knew how to use it as well. . .
Ben smelled the cookies
baking all the way from his homeroom in school. . .
When he got home from school,
the smell was the most sweetest,
best smelling ever. . .
Heaven on Earth
is when you get home from school
and the air is more filled
with fresh baked cookies than oxygen,
A N D
there’s a note from mom, saying,
“I had to go run some errands I’ll be back very shortly,”
And then in real bold,
Black Permanent Marker letters,
D O N O T E A T C O O K I E S !
He’s a boy. . .
He’s hungry. . .
Cookies are begging him
if he as one single taste bud to
A T T A C K
until thoroughly conquered.
He does. . .
Mom comes home
and finds the obvious. . .
a lack of cookies on the tray
and in the jar,
even though Ben strategically rearranged them
to look as if not one had been broached
let alone eaten. . .
Mom’s good. . .
r e a l g o o d
and lays down some
G o d l y M o t h e r l y
I N Q U I S I T I O N I N G
that would buckle the strongest of knees:
“Did you eat any of the cookies I told you NOT to eat?”
“N o p e,”
Ben shoots back over his shoulders. . .
“Now, you know God was right here when you stole those cookies, right?”
“Y u p,”
Ben says, wiping the last of the cookie crumb evidence from his mouth. . .
“And you know he was looking at you the whole time, right?”
“Y u p,”
“And just what do you think he was trying to tell you?”
“I think he was saying, ‘There’s no one here but the two of us–TAKE TWO!'”
we’ve all been caught red handed,
crumbs on the lips,
I guess it’s alright to be caught red handed
every once in a while. . .
especially if that every once in a while
also includes getting caught red handed
b o r r o w e r s
and even more,
s h a r e r s
Bake me up a batch of
T H O S E
c o o k i e s and I guarantee,
the air won’t just smell sweeter. . .
Life itself will suddenly become
i r r e s i s t i b l e t a s t y
with your hand
in and out of the
C o o k i e J a r!
Want a Cookie–
Why not T W O ?