Cookie dough - the key to my soul

My mom and I, me eating icing...sweet tooth started early!

After having Dallas have about his 10th HUGE temper tantrum today (and finally have peace in the house since he was asleep, Boston was in school and Asher was also asleep) I decided to make homemade Toolhouse cookies. And the "real" reason for making them wasn't to cook them....but to eat the dough. That's all I wanted. I just knew if I could have that, the whole world would feel so much happier. And yes, it was true. And yes, I am an emotional eater. I think takes me back to my childhood and my mom making these for me and getting to lick the beaters and bowl. Happy childhood times. Makes me think of the movie Ratatoulle. Yummy!