Sitting around on Shabbos with a sick kid, trying to figure out what to get all the various dads/uncles/grandpas for Father's Day. We must have gotten desparate, because we started asking the feverish toddler.
"Sweetie, what would Opa like for Father's Day? Is there anything Opa needs?"
He thinks seriously for a moment, then brightens up, smiles, and says:
Bad Cohen bursts out laughing because, in fact, his father DOES like cookies. A lot. The kid had a great answer.
36 hours later, Bad Cohen returns from the family Father's Day BBQ (baby and I stayed home, with children's motrin, damp washcloths, and the all-important blankie). He reports the other side of this story:
Apparently, his father has had a stash of animal crackers which the older kids sometimes raid - and share with the baby. But the stash ran out about 3 weeks ago. And every time baby Chalal is over there, he begs for 'tookies.'
So, when asked, he told us the only thing that he saw missing from his grandpa's otherwise perfect house. Tookies.