A few days ago, he asked if we had any cookies. These are the sort of thing he is referring to:
I buy these little packages of cookies to pack in his lunches for school. Sadly, they were all gone.
Then, an idea began to form...my head began to pound, my palms to sweat and even though I wanted to stop myself, I surged forward and ...
I blurted out; "We could make some cookies".
Shane stared at me for a moment, a blank, confused look on his face. Then he said; "Sweet! We have cookie dough?"
You see, Shane thinks cookie dough looks like this:
And comes from this: