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Jake called his Mom moments later asking her if the cookie stuff was peanut allergy free. His mom answered yes, then asked why.

"Uh well Puck kind of made me watch her and she wants to have some."

"Don't give her them until after she has a proper lunch."

"Yeah Mom."

"Puck make you watch her?"

"He trust me." Jake said proudly, almost feeling the same thing.

"He trust you as much as trusting a two year old behind the wheels of a car."

"Mom! Uncle Larry said I could drive the car!" Jake declared. "And I was seven, not two."

"And you trust that drunk brother of mine, Jake? Jakey if you have any problems at all just call me. Or go over to Ms. Adams' home and have her help, alright?"

"Yeah Mom, I've got this. Puck said she's easy."

"An easy three year old? Now I've heard everything."

"Thanks Mom, bye." Jake hung up the phone. He turned back to the kitchen. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out two different bags, he turned over to Beth who sat on the counter swinging her legs back and forth and playing with the bottom of her floral dress.

"Sugar cookies, or Chocolate chips?" He held up the two different bags to her.

Beth looked between the two for a while before pointing and saying, "Choc! Choc chips!"

"Alright, chocolate chips win." Jake said.

Minutes later Jake was just about to get things ready when Beth tugged the bottom of his shirt. He looked down at the small girl.

"What?"

"I help! I big girl. Mama says I big girl!" Beth smiled.

"Okay...can you grab two eggs from the fridge?" He pointed over to the fridge. "We need four of them."

"Four?"

"Gonna double up the cookies. We're gonna make thirty six of these." Jake said. "Bring over two at a time."

"Two?"

"Yes, two please."

Beth nodded then turned and walked away. Hey, this isn't as hard as I thought it be. Spoken too soon though. Seconds later Jake heard to splats behind him. He turned and saw the kitchen floor covered with egg yolks. Beth stood here, startled, then looked at Jake with big eyes full of waterworks.

"No no!" Jake said in a hurry. "Beth its okay, really, it was just an accident!"

"I sorry!" She said.

"No no, it's okay." Jake smiled as he grabbed a rag from the sink and used his other hand to pick up the shells. "Its okay, it's an accident."

Once he got it all cleaned up and threw the shells away, Jake asked her to get the eggs again; but be more careful. To be extra sure he stood near her and made sure that she didn't drop them. She didn't and managed to do it a second time.

"Nice work Beth."

Whilst Jake put the mix in the bowl he had Beth break the eggs and put the yolk in. After giving her a demestration he had to use the bathroom. "Just do what I just did, and we'll get them on the pan."

"Okay." Beth said.

Jake was gone for ten minutes, returning to find Beth's hand covered in cookie dough. "Hey it's Cookie monster!" He laughed walking over. "Babysitting isn't as hard as I thought...did you break the eggs?"

Beth nodded and pointed into the bowl. Jake looked inside and found the yolks resting at the top, as well as the egg shells. "Are...are those the shells?"

"Some fell." Beth said, licking her hand. "I do good?"

"Uh...sure..." Jake said, using a spoon and started to pick out the shells. But it was too hard as it settled into the batter well. An idea hit him in the head after that. Go to the store, get more eggs and chocolate chip mix, come back to finish this and while Beth watched a movie Jake would just re-make everything.

"Beth, want to go to the store with me?" Jake asked. "We have to..get..milk for the cookies!"

She nodded.

"Cool, let's get you cleaned up first." Jake said as he lifted her up and brought her over to the sink. Using a wet clothe he rubbed off her cookie battered face. Before he could wash her hands, Beth used the index finger of her left hand—that had a large lump of batter at the tip—and pressed it against Jake's nose.

"Cookie."

"Thanks." Jake smiled, wiping the cookie batter off.

Ah, now they are off to the store? What adventures lie ahead for Uncle Jake and his three year old niece?

Stay tuned!

P.s: Have you ever come up with an idea, then think its a short story, and realized that it's actually going to be longer than you thought? Yes, this is going to be a long story!