Ookie Dookie…Posted: December 7, 2011
This is pretty much too funny of a story, not to share.
One of my girls at the office has a daughter who is two years-old. She is just the cutest little thing ever. Tiny. Talks up a storm. She has been going to Lolo’s on and off for the last nine months or so. She has been over to our house a couple of times, and I just love her. So cute. Reminds me of my Mea at 2.
Her mom told me this story today…
Last weekend, they were making Christmas cookies at Grandma’s house. Sugar cookies, chocolate chips, and Oreo almond bark balls.
I think that baby girl lost interest pretty early in, but she went off and played and her mom and grandma continued making cookies.
At one point while mixing up the goo for the centers of the Oreo balls, baby girl’s mom had Oreo goo all over her hands. She said she started chasing the baby around saying that she had “ookie dookie” on her hands. This caused much giggling, and laughing, and running around.
As they finished everything up, and were packing cookies into boxes, baby girl comes up to the table. Hands behind her back, comes up with a naughty grin, and wiggles her fingers around saying, “Ookie dookie…”
She really had “ookie dookie” on her hands. Apparently, when her little hands were behind her back they were also digging around in her poopy diaper.
Not quite the filling you want for your chocolate covered Oreo balls, is it?