The cookie-making gene skipping a generation.Also, a note of caution: if you feed too much of this to miniature citizens...
... they turn into this...
... which then turn into this. Which sleeps with its eyes creepily half-open and a blanket corner shoved up one nostril.
Side note: due to a substantial difference of opinion as to what elements constitute a "dinner" and who gets to decide the nature of those elements, Miz Thang never actually got to help bake these cookies. The dough languished in the freezer until Thang was unconscious, then it was discarded.
I'm telling you.. Aunt Lisa don't do cookies.
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