Oh no. It's my fault. I bought the frog cookie jar. Charlotte now stands under the counter where the cookie jar is located, points and says 'cook' 'cook' just like a hard C sound. She knows the Fig Newtons are in there. That's what we give her for cookies. They are expensive, but at least I can consider them a food. If we say no, she pretend cries. Oh no. She knows where the cookies are...
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