My bf got excited about "babies" this Christmas. I told him I can't do that.

So last night he wanted to make cookies for Santa, but I told him I can't bake. He told me how it's just flour and sugar, but I said I don't know any recipes. So, for the first time ever, I finally managed to prove to him that I'm not a miraculous being and I can't do everything.<br><br>Edit: not that I'm not a good baker. I was just in a very bad mood at the moment. I do bake. I just didn't want to make cookies at that moment.