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.
By far the cutest thing i have read in sometime :)
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