Warm, fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies.
Goey, little fingers dip them into a mug of cold milk.
Sweet first bite, chocolate smears on lips, milk dribbles down chin.
YUM!
Eagerly, little fingers search out the milk for a second dip.
Tip. Splash! Oops! Tears.
“Don’t cry over spilled milk! I’ll get you another.”
Just like that, all is right with the world again.
What a sweet poem. We can always count on our mothers to clean up the milk and make the world okay again- you conveyed the feeling perfectly!