Cookie Monster

Max has always approached cookies with casual indifference.  He prefers them to zucchini soup, but if there is a truck to be had, the cookie is definitely a second class citizen.  This was concrete evidence that Max really couldn't have any of my genes....he must have got the recessive half.

Darwyn, on the other hand, is her mommy's girl.  She tried a cookie for the first time a few months ago, and since then has developed a healthy obsession.  Unlike most of her other words, she pronounces cookie quite clearly so as not to be misunderstood.  She has generalized the word to mean "that good thing", but is instantly aware if there are cookies to be had.  If I decide to bake cookies, I better not mention it or she will hang off my leg the entire time demanding "cookie...cookie...cookie".  The conversation even degrades into iterations of cookie if she only sees the bag of chocolate chips.  That's my girl.

Here are a couple of cute videos though they don't accurately convey her obsession!