As you may have noticed, it’s Girl Scout Cookie Time. My husband and I were taken in by some young enterpeneurs this morning that had set up tables in front of a few of the stores nearby, to the tune of a box of Thin Mints and a box of Peanut Butter Sandwiches, FKA Do-Si-Dos. Who can resist cookies for such a good cause?
This afternoon after lunch, I impulsively (delightedly?) opened the Peanut Butter Sandwiches and handed one to my son (and two to my husband). He has never had a cookie before, being toothless until a few months ago and all, so at first he flipped it over in his hands, examining it from all angles.
Then, he grasped each half and twisted them apart.
As though he had been doing it for years, he raised the side with the peanut butter filling to his lips, took a bite, and grinned at us. He waved the cookie at us, as if to say, “Do you guys know about these? Fantastic!” He finished off the filling side, turned the plain side over in his hand, and fed it to the dog before asking for a new cookie. That’s my boy.
So, Fabulous Thing #86: Nature wins over nurture…and Girl Scout Cookies win, period.