sunflower-oil-flavoured cookies

so my sister baked yesterday. the poor dear was sadly taken in by the charming zistahs from islamabad, and was duped into thynking cooking/baking was a fun thyng to do. i was unfortunately not home to save her ship from sinking -- prove to her the otherwise. so she wants to bake cookies (out of the box), and having mixed the batter needs to add 50ml of oil. uninitiated in numbers, she calls her friend for help: "dude... how much is 50 ml?" "ummm... half a litre." came the sage's reply "thanx yo!" *end of conversation* eds note -- words, names and situations have been changed to protect the identities of my sister and her best friend. right. so in 200gms flour, she added 1/2ltr oil. and then called mom for help. "mom, thys cookie batter is so syrupy..." my heart breaks when i see the illusions of little ones being shattered like that. growning up is tough. wisening up is tougher. growing up is realising 50ml is 05% of a litre -- not 50%. i quit the kitchen when i was 17. i realised we didnt like being around each other. everytym i went in to cook, either i cut myself or i burnt myself. and the few tyms THAT didnt happen, i broke somethyng. and if i was REALLLLLLLLLLLY really careful to NOT break anythyng or destroy myself... my end product was almost always invariably burnt. growing up is realising there are thyngs you can do, and there are thyngs you cant do. and realising the difference between them. that there are thyngs you want to do, and thyngs you dont there are thyngs you wish you could do, but you wont there are thyngs you wish you didnt do, but you gotta then there are thyngs you can do, but they wont ever get done ... cuz yer just to darn lazy and there are thyngs you'll never be able to do, no matter how hard you try. and all that has nothing to do with 500ml of oil. or the fact that there is a frozen watermelon in my fridge.