...and save the chocolate cookie outside for last!" So goes the jingle from MY childhood. I must admit, I never liked the chocolate cookie part of an Oreo much, and if left to my own devices would eat the white stuff in the middle and leave the chocolate cookie outside for someone else entirely. With four brothers, finding someone to consume my chocolate remains, licked clean or not, was rarely a problem.
The other day Barnacle Boy appeared with an impish grin and a plate of white discs -- guess what he saves for last! Those creamy white insides. This must say something about our respective psychologies, if only I could figure out what.
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