cookie

When I met Tommy, he was the first person who topped my sweet-toothed addiction. I thought he was the cutest thing with his oreos and soda runs (one of our dates included grabbing all the specialty drinks/sodas at the grocery store and taste-testing them at a park). Me and my roommates even called him Elf because he reminded us so much of THIS. 

And then came along Sydney. And she puts us both to shame. One of the first words she spoke was "cookie", and it's now the first thing I hear in the mornings. So our days usually begin with Nutella on toast, dipped in Milo. Don't judge. It's in the poor girl's genes.