The Cookie Problem

By Jana

One weekend, my mom and I were bored so we decided to make cookies. I helped my mom put the ingredients to make the dough. Soon enough it was time to put the cookies into the oven.

After a while, the house started to smell like the most delicious chocolate chip cookies ever. It made me feel like I wanted to open the oven and begin eating right away.

My mom and I were so happy decorating the cookies. Then, we heard my brother’s footsteps coming down the hallway. We gave each other a worried look. I thought, “Oh, oh! My brother’s coming.” My mom tried to open the window so the smell would go out, but she was too late. He had seen and smelled the cookies already.

As soon as he came into the room I knew he was angry by the big frown on his face. He shouted, “Why didn’t you tell me you were making cookies?” I could see that he was grabbing the ingredients to try and make some cookies himself. I was worried that he might burn his hands. I was also feeling guilty because we had done this without him. Mom explained that she knew he was watching his favorite T.V. show. “I didn’t want to spoil your show but we did make your favorites, vanilla and strawberry.” Mom said calmly. Hadi smiled.