Today, I saw the cookie jar on the kitchen counter, and my eyes grew wide.
There was just one cookie left, warm and smelling like chocolate chips.
I knew I shouldn’t, but my tummy grumbled louder than ever.
I reached up, grabbed the cookie, and took a big bite—so sweet and soft!
Just then, Mom walked in and laughed, “That was the last cookie!”
I felt a little sorry but smiled and promised to help bake more next time.
Mom gave me a hug and said, “Sharing is caring, but a little treat now and then is okay.”
Eating the last cookie was a tiny adventure I’ll remember with a giggle.