No more cookies

We lovingly refer to Q. as our little monkey. She is a great climber and makes a super loud screaming monkey noise. She is often found standing on the counter going through the cupboards just to get herself a little snack. If you know Q. well you know she is always hungry for a "wittle snack." I bought G. some special cookies for his lunch and hid them from Q. But Q. has a nose for smelling out any treat. She found the cookies and brought them to me. I explained she could have a few, but they were for G.'s lunch. All day long she cried for the little cookies, and the next day, and the next day. Three days of hearing about the little cookies and I was near my breaking point. I packed extra cookies in G.'s lunch just so I could rid the house of this treat causing so much grief. I am happy to say the tiny cookies are gone. And all is well in the house again. Q. has now moved on to chocolate.