Hot Cookies

The cookies were cooling, though eager hands longed to snatch them up now. Who needs frosting? Hot from the oven was the only way to eat a cookie.
Sprinkles? They just get in the way.
Still, the boy kept his hands by his side, resigned to merely stare at the yummy cookies and mourn their ever decreasing temperature.
Even if he could get away with stealing a hot cookie, he really shouldn't try with these cookies. They weren't for him and his family. Mom was making them for some facy party she and Dad were going to.
So even though he wanted a cookie, he couldn't have any.
The timer beeped, and Mom pulled another pan of cookies from the oven. The groaned, and ran from the kitchen to go play into the snow.
If he couldn't have a hot cookie, then he might as well build a cold fort for the next snowball fight.