<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:39:18.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cookie Jar</title><subtitle type='html'>Put a smile on your face with a humorous look at kids' antics.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-1286120868803956628</id><published>2009-06-04T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:18:39.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All In The Cape</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Following is a conversation between Master Five and his big sister:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF: Why did Superman lift up the whole mountain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: Maybe he was saving people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF: No! Superheroes save the world by flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: Perhaps he wanted to show off his muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF: Yeah, maybe. I used to do that when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-1286120868803956628?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/1286120868803956628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=1286120868803956628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/1286120868803956628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/1286120868803956628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-all-in-cape.html' title='It&apos;s All In The Cape'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-116739976549416594</id><published>2006-12-29T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T05:42:45.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Tinselled</title><content type='html'>I was at the hairdressers getting highlights.  Our two younger children were enjoying a visit to the shopping mall's coin rides and playground with their minder.   They popped in to say hello to me from time to time.  On one of these such visits, our little 3 year old exclaimed excitedly when he saw me  - "Mummy!  You look like Christmas!!"  I certainly did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-116739976549416594?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/116739976549416594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=116739976549416594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/116739976549416594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/116739976549416594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-tinselled.html' title='All Tinselled'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-115521206393981917</id><published>2006-08-10T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T05:27:29.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Dream</title><content type='html'>We were driving along one day when my daughter was not quite 2 years old.  My mother and I were discussing the importance of well-balanced eating habits and deciding that we would go to a coffee shop to order a healthy lunch, when, what should come into view but the Big Golden arches!  My daughter burst out in an excited song..."We're going to McDonald's, we're going to McDonald's".   We glanced at each other and determinely continued driving.   There was a slight pause as we passed, then her song started up again.....We're NOT going to McDonald's, we're NOT going to McDonald's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-115521206393981917?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/115521206393981917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=115521206393981917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/115521206393981917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/115521206393981917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2006/08/passing-dream.html' title='Passing Dream'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-115415180479419287</id><published>2006-07-28T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:24:32.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Math</title><content type='html'>"Can I have some chocolate, Mummy, please"?  pleaded Master almost 3, as he held up 2 small chocolates.   "I have one, two chocolates" he continued.   "Yes, you have." I replied and proceeded to take off the wrappers for him.   After finishing, he disappears to return with yet another 2 in his hand.   "I have 2 more chocolates" he said.  "Yes, you do" I replied.  "I have 4 chocolates now?" he asked.   How could I resist my little mathematician?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-115415180479419287?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/115415180479419287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=115415180479419287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/115415180479419287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/115415180479419287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2006/07/chocolate-math.html' title='Chocolate Math'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-115029317807572122</id><published>2006-06-14T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:27:20.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Me In</title><content type='html'>We were sitting down at the dinner table together with a guest, the general conversation underway, when Miss 5 pipes up with "Is it rude to pick your nose in front of people, Mummy?" I replied in the affirmative. Miss 5 then went on to say "Even in front of you, Mum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-115029317807572122?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/115029317807572122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=115029317807572122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/115029317807572122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/115029317807572122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2006/06/count-me-in.html' title='Count Me In'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-114809827444123512</id><published>2006-05-19T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:11:14.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Been Sleeping in My Bed?</title><content type='html'>My husband and I have always co-shared our bed with our kids. Our 5 year old was already in bed, I climbed in and snuggled up close to her Daddy, our 2 year old on the other side of me. Her small head appeared over the top of my husband, her face showing a mask of bewilderment. “What are you doing here, Mummy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-114809827444123512?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/114809827444123512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=114809827444123512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/114809827444123512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/114809827444123512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2006/05/whos-been-sleeping-in-my-bed.html' title='Who&apos;s Been Sleeping in My Bed?'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-114242501165419024</id><published>2006-03-15T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T07:35:09.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Warp</title><content type='html'>Grandson: What was it like in your day, Grandma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: It still is my day.  I'm still alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-114242501165419024?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/114242501165419024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=114242501165419024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/114242501165419024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/114242501165419024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-warp.html' title='Time Warp'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-114163910582628946</id><published>2006-03-06T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:58:25.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its All Up in the Air</title><content type='html'>My two and a half year old son was watching a documentary on submarines with his Dad and I.   When seeing a submarine on the screen, our little boy exclaimed "Look airplane in the water!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-114163910582628946?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/114163910582628946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=114163910582628946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/114163910582628946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/114163910582628946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-all-up-in-air.html' title='Its All Up in the Air'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-113869560718537068</id><published>2006-01-31T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:20:07.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One too many - Two a crowd?</title><content type='html'>Miss 5 was told to stay home with Mum and little brother.  Determined to go to town with her father, she retorted to me with hands on hips, "You can't handle the 2 of us together Mum, I have to go with Dad".   Her Dad succumbed to taking her with him.   Smiling, he shrugged, "She's a smart one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-113869560718537068?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/113869560718537068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=113869560718537068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/113869560718537068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/113869560718537068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-too-many-two-crowd.html' title='One too many - Two a crowd?'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-113862300918875988</id><published>2006-01-30T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T04:08:29.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 'Gap'</title><content type='html'>Miss 5 asked me the other day, "How old are you Mum?" I replied unashamedly, "42". "42!!!" she exclaimed. After a short moment of pondering, she continued "and how old is Dad?" "He's a little older than me" How old? She asked again. "Dad's older than me" I repeated. "Like 50 or 100?".  She responded.   It was my turn to exclaim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-113862300918875988?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/113862300918875988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=113862300918875988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/113862300918875988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/113862300918875988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2006/01/generation-gap.html' title='Generation &apos;Gap&apos;'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-113607220476155245</id><published>2006-01-01T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:36:44.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer Pressure</title><content type='html'>Our toddler not yet 2, was out to lunch with his sister, his grandmother and me.  Beside our table sat another mother with her little boy about the same age.  The two boys were introduced and were happy interacting together and making friends, when my little man indicated he wanted a drink.  Out of habit, I passed him his bottle of milk.  He pushed it away.  I offered it to him once more and yet again he pushed it away accompanied with a look of obvious distain, as to say ‘Don’t embarrass me Mum, big boys don’t have bottles! Can’t you see I’m with a friend here?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-113607220476155245?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/113607220476155245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=113607220476155245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/113607220476155245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/113607220476155245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2006/01/peer-pressure.html' title='Peer Pressure'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-113580104676539194</id><published>2005-12-28T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T03:31:31.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not So 'Happy Meal'</title><content type='html'>Recently our 5 year old daughter had the thrill of receiving a McDonald's Happy Meal along with the ever-popular toy that makes the meal. This time it was a 'video-game'. As she ripped open the packaging, she held up a piece of paper that came with it and asked "These are the destructions aren't they Mum"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-113580104676539194?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/113580104676539194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=113580104676539194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/113580104676539194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/113580104676539194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-so-happy-meal.html' title='The Not So &apos;Happy Meal&apos;'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-113575984438061194</id><published>2005-12-28T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:52:24.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Wide</title><content type='html'>Our daughter, once again at age 4, was eating an ice-cream. Her brother and sister had one each too. Being older, they quickly finished theirs, but hers was starting to melt and drip down her hand. With her siblings urging her to finish quickly, she replied in exasperation, "My mouth is not big like a SHARK'S !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-113575984438061194?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/113575984438061194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=113575984438061194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/113575984438061194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/113575984438061194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2005/12/open-wide.html' title='Open Wide'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254226.post-113575962587690104</id><published>2005-12-28T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:47:05.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouths of Babes</title><content type='html'>Our daughter, when she was about 4, was in a squabble with her elder sister and brother, being the youngest of the three, she finally had the last word when she blurted out "The Bible says.....(we waited with bated breath as to what she would say)......SHARE!!!!".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it stopped the fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- R. Laklem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20254226-113575962587690104?l=bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/feeds/113575962587690104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20254226&amp;postID=113575962587690104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/113575962587690104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20254226/posts/default/113575962587690104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bec-cookiejar.blogspot.com/2005/12/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><author><name>Bec Laklem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13615421109762623996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MSDqpSfIzik/SjYHzTndnLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtW_oOOm6m0/S220/Chong-ruk-24731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
