Friday Is Cry Day

Don't be scared by this title; today's commercial is not actually going to make you cry because you are a sane, stable blog reader.  I, however, am a spastic, wimpy, Type A personality about some stuff, lover of commercials.  And cookies.  If you've been to my house you know I am not Type A-ish about say, housekeeping.  But I do have a desperate need to make my daughters the best of friends.  I want them to someday have wet-their-pants laughing so hard conversations about well... wetting their pants from laughing so hard.  I want them to have unique interests, but mutual beliefs.  When they go to college I want them to know each other's class schedules and call one another every day to discuss school, parties, and homesickness (because they will be very, very homesick, right?  Right?!).
These are lofty goals, but I know it's feasible because my parents somehow (unbeknownst to us at the time!) forced my brother, sister, and I into best frienddom.  Even now though, it is with great reluctance we would share (let alone give up) the last cookie.  I want to raise daughters who love each other enough to offer up the last beloved cookie.