Dared Germs, "Hi, Puppy!", Licks

I dare a germ to live through 350 degrees!

It wasn't the weather that was hot, it was not.  It was the oven.  Later we'd bake cookies.

We all, complete with baby in stroller, took a walk around the burg, Grandpa, GrwammyPam, Mom, Dad, and 3 year old Miss Lilly.

Miss Lilly's energy and speed ebbed and flowed!  First, we ran like we were given a turbo boost.  Yes, I ran, too!  Slowing, trying to catch my breath before catching up to the crew, I forced myself to walk erect, pretending,  "What?  Me?  Marathon untrained?  Never!"  

This is when I and granddaughter lost horsepower and had to walk a bit, instead of run.    A couple of times when we ran out of gas and had to sit we'd pet a rock or spy the moon, or say "Hi, puppy,", to a neighbor's dainty dog decked in daisies and bows.  All times to sit were Miss Lilly's ideas.  (Surely we didn't do it to just mask a need for sustained and fully infused oxygen.)

Such fun!  

I was glad she was little, a toddler.  Little kids know how to stop and go, rest and run, play exuberantly, and fall asleep half on and half off a chair trying to get to the sink to get a drink!   I know, because Miss Lilly's dad did that.  I could pace myself with a little one in tow, and no one would ever know my need for catch-up breath!

So, Miss Lilly and I next made cookies.  While we were mixing, I asked her mom to pull her hair back.  Why?  Because into the bowl Lilly was putting her WHOLE HEAD!  Yep, she was smelling the dough,  "ummmmmm....", was her exact utterance.

Then when I bent to get the cookie sheets out, I turned around and what did I spy?  Her little pink tongue dipping into the cookie dough, "Lilly!  Stop that!"  

My youngest son was grossed out.  This 20 year old witnessed it.  Said he wasn't eating any.  

"Seriously?  After all the things you did as a child!"  And believe you me, boys do ALL KINDS OF THINGS!  They can be uncaring, dirty little rugrats, and yard apes, their jeans pockets hiding balled-up used bandaids, and dried flat worms.  Of course, I scraped out the small quarter sized area she had licked. 

"Son, it's gonna be 350 degrees in that oven for 8 minutes.  If I left the cookie dough as is, no germs could ever survive!"  

And to tell you the truth, when the first batch came out, I broke one in half and a chocolate chip plopped onto my ring finger, and I was blistered!!!!   Proof!

I dare a germ to come out of a fiery furnace to inflict a disease on him, me, or little Miss Lilly!

It's hot.  And survive in my kitchen?  NOT!