Someone Else's Cute Kid Story I Just Had To Share

Four children under the age of four lined up against the kitchen counter.  All four are begrudgingly sharing only two kitchen stools.  It's like a game of dominoes keeping them from pushing each other off the stools.  One mom, Amy, is mixing ingredients to make some yummy cookies hence the enthusiastic children practically foaming at the mouth.  Lennon hasn't even ever had a cookie, but still seems to know exactly what is going on here.  The kitchenaid is going.  Doing it's job well.  Amy turns it off to grab one last ingredient from the pantry.  Claire and I are standing right by our little ones as they are the easiest targets for being shoved off the stools.  Just as all the mommies have turned their eyes off of Michael we hear the kitchenaid back on with Amy still in the pantry.  "Michael No."  Claire calls out leaving Bianca's side to rescue the spatula from the kitchenaid.  Upon inspection it has some minor dings in it and after discussion it is decided that there may or may not be tiny pieces of rubber in the cookie dough mix.    Amy, "Michael Josheph McCoy!  I am not happy with you right now!"  The tone of her voice indicates that she is actually worse than "not happy," but that phrase will have to do for now.  Silence.  All the kids are looking around wondering what will happen next.  Will the cookie dough be thrown out?  Will operation sugar fest be put off for another day?  Is it okay to make a sound right now?  Three grown women are gathered around a spatula carefully inspecting it for signs of recent damages.  Nevermind that two of these women have never laid eyes on this particular spatula in their lives.  Suddenly the silence is broken by a sweet little three-year-old voice.  "I'm happy with you right now Mommy."  There is another moment of silence as we all absorb this sweet and unsuspected notion.  Then, giggling mommies.  Trying to conceal our laughter.  "Mommy.  I'm happy with you.  Mommy!  Be happy Mommy.  Be happy."  At this point we are no longer trying to hide our obvious pleasure in this moment of pure childlike innocence.  Michael continues gaining volume over our laughter.  "Mommy!  Mommy!  Be happy Mommy!  Be Happy!"  "Okay, okay.  I'm happy Michael.  I'm happy."  Amy finally gives in.  With that it is decided "whatever.  There's white flour and table sugar in there anyway.  Rubber isn't much worse."  And I have to say, that cookie dough was pretty darn delicious.  I don't know if it's due to my never baking with white sugar and white flour or if that rubber was just the right touch.  I guess I'll never know.