He is opening the microwave because we had to soften the brown sugar. Ignore the bread, it is drying out for the French toast I am making later. (An honest-to-goodness real chef ~thanks, Nick!~ taught me that trick.) 
Oh, he liked the brown sugar a lot- he asked if he could eat the rest of the bag.
Our resident taste-tester approved of our joint effort. Little miss can say "cookie," no problems whatsoever.
The baker himself was satisfied with the end result. He said that he likes them better than our brownies. I didn't have the heart to tell him that we forgot the baking soda. Oops!
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