Cinnamin numnums!

Wiggling free from my cozy sleeping sock, I went on a brisk morning crawl toward the kitchen passage. Near the wooden dining chair, I stumbled upon a slim wooden cinnamon stick that must have rolled off the table! It smelled sweetly spicy, just like fresh cookies. I rested both front flippers on its bark ridges and gave it a gentle test push. It rolled smoothly across the floorboard like a miniature rolling pin! If we can't bake real dough yet, I can at least roll out pretend pastry sheets.