Kids all woke up at 4:30 and staged some sort of cookie coup. They've all been demanding a cookie and using threats of loud voices to wake up mom if they don't get what they want. Part of me just wants to yell back "Fine! I've got your damn COOKIES!" And then cram several cookies in their mouths ala Donald Duck when he forced Huey, Duey, and Luey to smoke an entire pack of cigars when he thought he caught them smoking. But I wouldn't actually do that because I love my kids? Right?