Waleed: Mama, cookie!
Me: No cookies today.
Waleed: Mama, cookie please?
Me: No baby, no cookies.
Waleed: Mama, give me cookie please!!
Me: Look at the box, its empty. There are no cookies. I can’t give you a cookie.
After a moment of silent consideration he turned and walked away. After a moment of persisting silence [which, when toddlers are involved, usually means trouble] I walked into the dining room and saw this:
|Allah, cookies, please.|
And when that didn’t work, this:
|Allah! Cookies?! Please?!|
As much as I’m comfortably curled up on the couch, I must admit I’m beginning to foresee a trip to Publix in our very near future. So apparently, prayers work.