It’s a cold, rainy day, which is perfect weather for making cookies (come to think of it, any weather is perfect for making cookies). These are the ones we bake, and while they are cooling, the little boys take naps.
Avery wakes first, and asks for a cookie.
I get him one.
He shakes his head, no.
I give him a different one.
I ask, what do you want?
Cookie, he signs.
I take the plate from the counter and lower it, so he can see it. He smiles. He nods yes. He signs thank you, then he, very carefully, chooses a cookie.
Which happens to be the exact cookie I gave him in the first place.