So, in an effort to be fair, I need to explain what I did with my daughter on our date. She wanted to help me make chocolate chip cookies. But, here's the catch - she didn't want chocolate chips in her chocolate chip cookies. So, we set aside enough dough for her to taste test - and she requested just four cookies to bake for herself (shoot for the moon, Mikayla - why not make a dozen for yourself!....). I'm not sure where she inherited the "distaste for chocolate" gene - it must be a recessive trait from some distant great aunt, but she has it. Oh well, she's almost perfect.