Driving along in the car with three cookies in a little plastic bag.
Nate: Can I have one of those Chanukkah cookies?
Me: sure
Nate: (after inhaling cookie number one) Can I have one more of those cookies?
Me: OK. But this is the last one because we are headed home to have dinner.
Nate: Can I have that last cookie?
Me: No. I told you, it's almost time for dinner.
Nate: (after a longish silence from the backseat): Mr. Cookie, are you crying some tears? You are lonely in your bag and miss your mommy and daddy in my tummy. You should come in my tummy and see your mommy.
