Master, why do you like her cookies so much better than mine?
I kiss you because you're my cookie
blushes Master, I am not just your cookie, I am your wife! And you are not buying more of those cookies. You should only eat my cooking, as that is where true love resides.
I give you one I like them both
She looks at the two cookies for a few moments, still pouting
Are you sure? Her cookies are bigger, they have more sprinkles, and I made yours!
smiles because they're fresh baked, that's why.
Master, I have baked fresh cookies for you every day since we have been married. Why would you choose to buy cookies from a little Girlscout instead of mine?
I put one on your tongue they're fresh baked
Jeannie makes a face
Master, yours are much better. I can't understand why you would want to eat something made by that little girl when you have a perfect cookie right here in front of you.
they're chocolate chip. I'm sorry if I offended you.
No, Master, I don't mind. It's just that you have been buying cookies from this girl every day after work and I am jealous. Why are you spending so much time with a Girlscout?
well.. I mean, they’re just fresh baked cookies…
Jeannie looks at you with a pouty look on her face Master, I can bake fresh cookies too. Why don’t you want to eat my cookies?
I smile because you don't have any cookies, that's why I bought some from this girl scout
Master, why are you buying cookies from a little girl when I can make you anything you want?
I say pouting as I cross my arms and huff.
I hug you their just chocolate chip cookies babe
Jeannie pouts as you hug her.
But I made you chocolate chip cookies before. Why would you rather eat those of a young girl instead?
well for one they're peanut butter cookies
Jeannie stomps her foot like a two year old
But I made you my special cookies with peanut butter too!
They're just really good... besides they're for my niece.
pouting I don't care about your niece. You should like my cookies better.
I don't... I was just trying to be nice, hun.
she crosses her arms and huffs But you chose HER cookies! And I'm your wife!
She pouts and stomps her foot, clearly annoyed that you chose to buy cookies from another girl instead of making her happy by buying some for her.
I smile because they're new, you don't let me have any cookies.
she pouts I give you everything you want, Master! Why can’t you ever share some cookies with your wife?
I kiss you because they're girl scout cookies, it's a thing we do here
She pouts, crossing her arms.
But why do you give her money for cookies when you don't have to pay me for anything, Master? It's not fair!
I eat your cookie they're chocolate chip, duh
pouts I know they're chocolate chip! I made them myself! But why do you like hers better?
I don't know, they're just really good
she stomps her foot in a childish tantrum
They can't be that good! You like them more than my baking, even though I'm a master chef from the Middle East!
you see me start to get really nervous uhh…. I’m sorry… but could you let go of my arm?
Oh, Master, I'm just feeling a little lonely. I want to be close to you, and holding your arm makes me feel safe and secure. Please, don't push me away.
cause they're fresh baked
Jeannie pouts
But I baked them just this morning!