Great story. I had my kids totally convinced that I baked Oreos ... and it wasn’t until the first born went to kindergarten with a packed lunch that he discovered the ruse. ;-l
Hahaha. Kids are a delight that way. All in awe of a world that is new and ready to crawl climb, drool, and put their sticky wonderful hands all over it. I hardly ever eat the things now. Who has time to dunk a cookie? I do miss the simplicity. Maybe it is because I’m grown up now but the hyper analysis of everything that is enjoyable and innocent and the piling on of endless entertainment is getting really tiring for me. I’m so glad I had the chance to know two of my great grand parents and all of my grand parents. I think I learned more from then than I think I ever could’ve from the selfish rejoicers in human ugliness and weakness that seem to be coming more and more the norm today. I wonder sometimes what do the baby boomers tell their grandchildren?
Do they reminisce their misadventures? Mine told me stories of survival, hard work, community, happiness, and pain. Maybe I’m a bit of a cynic on this but there seems to be little time for the wisdom of the ages when everyone is so God damned worried about getting their Government check.
How small America has become, we stand at the feet of giants and behave like dogs hoping for scraps from the plate of Uncle Sam. Sorry....just got off on a tangent.
My Mom used to bake cookies and tell me that they came from Nabisco.