Dad usually buys an assortment of cookies when they go shopping. Mom shakes her head, but doesn’t say much about them. She explained to me that Dad shouldn’t be eating them. She knows they taste good, and that they are a small part for the quality of his life. It is the same thing with the Diet Coke he drinks. She said it is a lot like that old joke that one man told another that if he gave up the evil things in his life, he could live an extra 5 years. The man replied, “Why would I want to?” Dad’s like that and in some ways I may be too.

One type of cookie that Mom likes is a oatmeal cookie. She says it is almost healthy. I can tell she doesn’t believe that, but then she only ever has two of them. I’ve discovered that I also like those cookies. Our new routine is that she breaks the cookie in half. She takes a small bite of one half and breaks off a small bite of the other half for me. I eat mine faster than she can keep up! I eat my half and a part of hers as well. Yum.

The other day she had one that was dipped in chocolate. I wouldn’t leave her alone until she let me have a taste. I really liked it and she let me have another taste before she went to her computer. She researched to find that chocolate was toxic for me as well as for Missy the dog. I’m really disappointed because that cookie was even better than the oatmeal ones. Some days I really hate that computer and its instant answers.