once upon a time

there was a grandpa
He had a tall son (who does not come into this story at all)
And he had a short daughter in law (who is very important)
As well as two short granddaughters and an even shorter grandson (who are also important, but not as much as their mom).

And one day, all the grandchildren were at their grandpa's big comfortable house
And their mom, the daughter-in-law, who was a wonderful cook, started a big batch of delicious chocolate chip cookies
And she rolled fifteen perfect small balls - three rows of five on one pan, three rows of five on the next
But then she was called away (probably to go shopping with the grandmother, another wonderful cook)
The mother looked worried. The oven was already heated, and the dough was already made, and the children were so excited about the cookies- what was she to do?

"Sir," she said politely (she was a very polite daughter-in-law) " could you possibly make some of these cookies?"
the grandpa, who loved eating all the good cooking in the house, was happy to agree
and the grandkids climbed on stools and chairs to watch, and kissed their mom goodbye
as he rolled out three rows of five chocolate chip cookie dough balls

however....
the day went on, and the clock ticked away.
and the grandpa got tired, and the grandkids got hungry.
so he made a few small changes here, and the kids laughed.
and he made a few small changes there, and the kids opened their mouths to taste.
and the kitchen was filled with happy noises

and when the mother walked back in, she was happy to see all the chocolatey cheerful faces
and she was pleased that such a good solution had been found to her little problem
but then she leaned down a little
and she looked into the big happy oven...
and she saw two cookie pans
and she saw the cookies on them
and she made a not happy face.

the grandpa looked a little worried.he loved his daughter-in-law and didn't like to make her sad... but it had been such a good chance, and it had made the kids so happy. and when the mom turned around and saw all the waiting faces...

she gave in and laughed too. and for years and years later, the mother told the story of how she left the grandpa in the kitchen with the cookie dough
and how when she came back, she did not find fifteen perfect, small circles on each tray
but four huge ones=

and how he had looked and her and laughed, and said, "but now i can tell my wife, "i only ate two!"