Some days I am the Little Red Hen

One day as the Mother was standing in the kitchen, and she decided to bake a batch of Cookies.
"These Cookies will need some sugar and shortening," she said. "Who will measure them for the Cookies?"
"Not I," said the Husband.
"Not I," said the Older Son.
"Not I," said the Younger Son.
"Then I will," said the Mother. And she did.

Soon the Cookies needed eggs and vanilla.
"We’re getting closer," said the Mother. "Who will get two eggs for the Cookies?"
"Not I," said the Husband.
"Not I," said the Older Son.
"Not I," said the Younger Son.
"Then I will," said the Mother. And she did.

After the eggs were mixed in, the Mother said, "Who will get the flour out and help me measure it?"
"Not I," said the Husband.
"Not I," said the Older Son.
"Not I," said the Younger Son.
"Then I will," said the Mother. And she did.

When the Cookie dough was nearly done, the Mother said, "Who will measure 2 cups of chocolate chips for the Cookies?"
"Not I," said the Husband.
"Not I," said the Older Son.
"Not I," said the Younger Son.
"Then I will," said the Mother. And she did.

When the measuring and mixing were all done, the Mother said, "Who will help me put these ingredients away and wash these few dishes?"
"Not I," said the Husband.
"Not I," said the Older Son.
"Not I," said the Younger Son.
"Then I will," said the Mother. And she did.

She took the Cookie dough to the table and got ready to put it onto the pans. Then she said, "Who will help me put this dough onto the pans and bake it?"
"Not I," said the Husband.
"Not I," said the Older Son.
"Not I," said the Younger Son.
"Then I will," said the Mother. And she did.

She made and baked the cookies. Then she said, "Who will eat these cookies?"
"Oh! I will," said the Husband.
"And I will," said the Older Son.
"And I will," said the Younger Son.
"No, No!" said the Mother. "I will do that." And she did.