This happened one summer – I was on vacation at my grandparents’ farm.
It was a rainy day, so grandmother suggested that after lunch, we should bake cookies while my grandfather was in the barn feeding the animals. It was all great fun mixing up all the stuff that had to go into the cookie dough.
While the cookies were baking in the oven, my grandmother told me to go and play with some of my toys.
However, I was so fascinated with the baking process that I kept going back into the kitchen to look at the cookies through the oven door.
My grandmother was not pleased – she lectured me for being in the kitchen without permission, and she sent me to watch TV in the living room with a sharp smack to my bottom.