I'm talking about Christmas cookies. Mom's were built a certain way, and I think our molds come complete with the need to make Christmas cookies. You know, the ones that sit on a plate at Christmas time that almost everyone comments on how pretty they are but don't actually eat them. The cookies with random items shoved into them (cherries, peanut butter cups), ones baked with candy canes smashed to smithereens (great job for a 3 year old), cookies in odd food-coloring colors...
So I started the cookie baking task yesterday and prepped Braeden for it. He was very excited and begged me all afternoon to start. I thought it was so sweet....After all, all kids like baking, don't they? HELL NO. He didn't want to get messy, got bored with watching the mixer (weird because he's fascinated by that big orange beast), wiped the flour dust off my counter because it was dirty, and told me the butterscotch chips "didn't smell good." So much for mother-son bonding and creating a tradition he could look forward to every year.
Guess I'm on my own. I'm four batches down and already know I have to remake the candy cane sugar cookies. They're adorable, but according to my son they're too "crunchy", and that's another thing on the list of things he doesn't like....
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