Last night, dad helped us bake the cookies. Jack kept taking scraps of dough from me until he had quite the pile.

This morning he could hardly wait for his friend (also named Jack) to come over to our house. He was literally jumping up and down with anticipation. He was too excited to eat much for breakfast and spent much of the morning waiting at the table with the frosting and decorations.

I think he did a fantastic job. The gels were tricky. If you wanted some, you had to get to it first because Jack squirted the entire tube onto his cookie.

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