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Nine Chocolate Chips

Because I didn’t blink, I witnessed my son’s cookie disappear in three chomps…to include the visual act of chewing.

Across the table, I watched my daughter whittle her cookie down to half its size in just thirty-five nibbles.  In a lumpy pile at her fingertips was each chocolate chip still crusty with oatmeal. 

“The most chocolate chips I’ve ever had in a cookie was NINE,” she said.

“Nine,” I nodded.  “That’s something.” 

I made a move to snag the pile of chips. 

She gasped.  Surely her mother wouldn’t.

I winked as I slid them back.


because she is my smeller of roses; my chocolate chip counter. 

And oh, how I need her in my life.


2 Responses to “Nine Chocolate Chips”

  1. Sarah says:

    Oh how I would like one of her 9 chips tonight. Love you Raven

  2. Linda H says:

    She is also the little girl with a ready smile and a very sweet heart. I’m so glad to be her friend. Love you Raven

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