Saturday, December 18, 2010

A Cookie Story

I wanted to make Christmas cookies.  Emily wanted to help decorate.  Surprisingly, so did Nic and Ferdinand.  It quickly went from normal to...pick an adjective.  Not your typical Christmas cookies.  And not entirely politically correct.
I started out making nice, normal-looking snowmen.

 I even tried to accommodate some of my many Jewish friends at Einstein (many of them laughed when they saw these).

Emily went for some more...unconventional colors.

Then Ferdinand came and made caricatures of some of our friends...including Emily (far left) and himself (far right).

 There weren't that many undecorated cookies left.

 Seconds after I warned Nic that they'd soon be all done, he knocked on the door.  And he made a nerdy supernova star (which I appreciated).

Then things got much more, um, creative.  The following scenes are meant to be stories.

 A hungry (not evil, claims Nic) lumberjack successfully hunts a moose in the enchanted Christmas forest.

 Next, we jump to the Bronx, where a shooting has occurred by a man in a trench coat on Pelham Parkway.

Quick, call 911!  Otherwise he'll bleed to death! 

 A first-year medical student, feeling cool but completely useless in his white coat, looks on apprehensively as the attending physician quickly listens for a heartbeat.  The villain runs to the cover of Pelham Bay Park, hoping to evade the authorities.

The Bronx police are seasoned veterans, and the criminal has no chance.  Justice is served.

...and the rest will just have to be eaten.

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