When the joy has gone

What do you mean I have to put the chocolate chip cookie down when I unwrap the presents? What kind of arbitrary rule is that? For all the grinchiness that not even the Grinch would possess, papa put his foot down on this imaginary rule. In the Grinch's defence at least it was discovered eventually that his heart was two sizes two small. Papa has no such excuse. It is clear that such strong-headed authoritarianism can only be attributed to a brain that is 10 sizes too small. I bet if I start crying and run into maman's arms, she'll relent and let me have that cookie. It's worth a shot.