Cookie War Crimes Tribunal

Kaylee was around three years old when we had a dad's day.  We went to the museum and visited the zoo.

"Kaylee, you hungry?" I asked.  Although dinner was about an hour away I was starved.

"Yea," she replied.

"Would you like a cookie," I asked.

"Yes!" Kaylee yelled with enthusiasm from the back seat.

"OK," I said and pulled into a little store.  We got out and I bought us each a cookie and some milk.

"Normally, we don't eat cookies before dinner, but today is a special dad's day," I said.

"Yeah!" she yelled, then she began to twist her little face into that conspiratorial only a 3 year old can pull off, "But we won't tell mom."

"That's right, we won't. Because I didn't buy mom one."

We ate our cookies, drank our milk, and headed down the street.  We stopped at McDonald's a while later and had dinner.  Then we continued on with our day, visiting the mall and doing some shopping, making sure to visit the pet store to see the animals.  We had a great day.

The next morning I wake up and there is Kaylee standing in front of Marie with tears forming in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"...And then," Kaylee cried.  "...AND THEN DAD MADE ME EAT THE COOKIE BEFORE DINNER!"

"He made you eat the cookie?" Marie asked, trying to contain her smile.

"Yes, he forced me to eat the cookie," she said, as if it were the most horrible crime possible.

Yep, we had managed to successfully raise our own little thought-police.