Cookies

The next day, Theo woke up with a renewed sense of adventure. He bounced out of bed, his tiny feet barely touching the floor as he raced to the kitchen, his eyes searching for Mama Hazel.

"Mama Hazel! Mama Hazel!" he called out, his voice filled with excitement. "Can we bake cookies today?"

Mama Hazel was already in the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune as she prepared breakfast. She turned to Theo, her face beaming with warmth.

"Of course, little man," she said. "We can bake cookies. But first, let's have breakfast."

Theo's face fell slightly. He was eager to start baking, but he knew that Mama Hazel always insisted on a proper breakfast before any fun activities. He reluctantly sat down at the table, his eyes still fixed on the kitchen counter where the cookie ingredients were waiting.

After breakfast, Theo eagerly helped Mama Hazel gather the ingredients. He carefully measured the flour, his tiny hands struggling to hold the measuring cup steady. He giggled as he sprinkled the