With limited vocab to describe, all she could ask was - Where's the cookie! Where's that cookie! She became more agitated when the Papa showed her all sorts of biscuits but of course those were not what she had in mind. Someone ate the last piece of cookie she was saving for the evening. Seeing that we didn't understand what she meant, she flew to grab just anything she could draw on (incidentally, the box cover of a coin medal from the blood bank), and sketched the above. Oh I see....... it's the box of fortune cookies that disappeared. I managed to pacify her by telling her I will get her a new box. (fingers crossed, because I don't want her to consume those. they are too sweet.)
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