For those of you in the Western United States (and perhaps even further away), that might have been worried about the sudden shaking and horrific wailing noise earlier this afternoon, it was not caused by an earthquake, or the military testing a new Banshee like weapon of mass destruction at nearby Camp Pendleton.
It was my son.
He was upset at me.
For breaking the egg he wanted to break.
And then after sitting for an hour while I forced him to rest in his bed, the cookies didn't spread out like they were supposed to and just sat there like blobs on the cookie sheet.
At least they are tasty. I think I will help myself to one, or two... dozen. And wash them down with a margarita or two... dozen.