As told to me by Ron…
Abby was at the pantry door, banging on it and saying “pu? pu? pu? pu? pu? pu? pu?” like usual. This was the conversation that went on…
Abby: Pu? pu? pu? pu?
Daddy: No, no puffs. You already had puffs.
Abby: kooky? (said with a big grin)
kooky, is cookie and Miss Abigail knows EXACTLY what they are and that she WANTS kookies! 🙂