I like, Jack Spicer. If I haven't said that enough, here it is again. Wow, two chapters in one day. I'm on a roll. I'm like, board right now, so I'm going to say 'like' a lot, because it's a word that's easy to spel. LIKE LIKE LIKEL IKEL KIEL KEIL. I can't even spell right now.

Hobby Time!

Who likes to bake again?

Jack was in the kitchen. It was Mother's Day and he wanted to make his mom some of her favorite cookies: Short Bread. He just got the batter all fix when suddenly, "Jack," He screamed like a little girl when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Dad!" He yelled, "Don't scare me like that!"
"Fine Jack, I won't," He looked at him with a look of confusion and questioning. Mr. Spicer gazed behind Jack to see the Short Bread batter and a small mess. "What are you doing?" He asked looking at Jack's apron that said, "Kiss the Kook" (Hehehehe. I'm so predictable…) "I'm making cookies for Mom! It's Mother's Day!" His dad looked at him with disbelief. "No it isn't. It's next week…" Mr. Spicer gazed at the calendar. Mother's Day was in bright red circle. The other days before it were crossed out. "Oh. I though it was later..." Mr. Jack looked at his son. "Don't tell me you forgot to buy Mom a present again," Jack eyed his father.

"No it's not that. It's the fact that your baking cookies that troubles me…" Jack turned around. 'Well, I don't care about what you think!" He turned around again. "So, what did you get Mom?" Mr. Spicer hesitated for a second.

"Well, it's a surprise," He started to the door, "It's such a nice day! I think I'll take a walk…" He walked towards the door. After he closed it, he ran to his car, and drove to a nearby mall to get his wife something. "Dads," Jack complained. He went back to his cooking. After about eight minutes, the cookies were done. He scraped them off the sheet. They were a light golden brown. Jack took in the sweet sent. He then took off his apron, ('Kiss the Kook' hehehehehe), and went to the fridge to get some milk. He made about eight cookies (his mother's recipe cut in half.), and went to get the cookies. He placed them neatly on a platter grabbed the milk. He made sure the plate of cookies and milk were properly balanced on the tray and went to his mother's room. (His Mom and Dad sleep in different rooms O.o) He opened the door to see his mother is still asleep. He sneaked over to his mother's nightstand. He placed the cookies and milk along with a note. He slowly walked out of the room and went to his. After a few seconds, his mother arose to the smell of her favorite cookies, along with a small box. She opened that box, and smiled. A beautiful locket winked in her face. She than looked to her nightstand and picked up the note. It read:

Dear Mother,

I hope you enjoy the cookies.

Always Evil,

Jack

Mrs. Spicer giggled at the last part. 'Always Evil'? She though, biting into a cookie. Since when was Jack evil?