Kissee Kissee

Here we go again. This is one of those stories that is absolutely hysterical when it happens to SOMEONE ELSE. When it happens to you, er, me...it's still a little funny, but I made myself NOT laugh.
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Iz and I decided that a good thing to do on a freezing cold day like today (high of 15!) was to make some cookies. Mmmmmm...
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We made those super-yummy peanut butter cookies with the chocolate kiss in the middle. My job was to make the cookie dough. Iz's job was to unwrap the entire bag of kisses. She asked if she could eat one (naturally) and I said "Yes. Just ONE." We went about our duties and all was well....or so I thought (silly me!).
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When the first batch came out of the oven I looked in the bowl of kisses and saw that almost EVERY kiss was missing it's tip (and some were missing even more!). I asked Iz if she was eating them...her reply? "I was just giving them a little nibble on the top."

I wanted to laugh, scold, and nibble some of my own all at the same time...I just shook my head and finished making the cookies (I DID refrain from using the few kisses that looked more like a pancake than a kiss...those were the ones that got more than a nibble).
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So, now we have 4 dozen cookies with slightly used kisses on top :) Want one?
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