Joseph came upstairs to find Ron and/or I and got us both.
“Dad… you promised that I could have one of those cookies tonight.
[pause for 5 seconds while Ron and I are thinking through our response — it was about 9:15pm at the time, so I think Ron was probably thinking… “no cookies” and I was thinking “as long it’s one of the small packs.”]
So, Joseph continued. “So, do you want me to have water or milk to drink?”
To this, we nearly burst out laughing. Instead of asking for cookies, he skipped that part and strategically headed to the more “important” question on what to drink. I give him complete kudos on his effort and we said “milk” and away he went to eat his dessert.