one last cookie

I have a confession. Please don't judge me.

I make my husband hide the Trader Joe cookies from me. {Or chocolate-covered raisins. Or salty chips. Or . . .ahem.} I beg him on my knees to save me from myself. So into the little pantry he goes and finds a verysecrethidingplace. I have never found it. Believe me, I've tried. {Should I have confessed that?}

Today I was reading Frog and Toad Together with the girls and came to the story titled "Cookies." Read it to your child. You'll see why I couldn't stop giggling.

"You know, Toad," said Frog with his mouth full, "I think we should stop eating. We will soon be sick." "You are right," said Toad. "Let us eat one last cookie, and then we will stop."

"We must stop eating!" cried Toad as he ate another. "Yes," said Frog, reaching for a cookie, "we need willpower."
"There, now we will not eat any more cookies."
"But we can open the box," said Toad.

"There, now we will not eat any more cookies."
"But we can climb the ladder and take the box down from the shelf," said Toad.

Will they ever find the willpower?