Ladies Man

Elliott decides he wants to make cookies. With a little help from me, he measures and dumps and mixes the ingredients. We preheat the oven, and I tell him it's time to drop the cookie dough onto the sheet.

"Do you want the cookies big or small," I ask.

"Big," he declares.

"Then get a big spoon, instead of a small one."

I walk out of the kitchen while he works. When I come back, a minute later, balls of cookie dough dot the sheet. They are the size of raw biscuits.

Congratulations, boy, you've got yourself a job!