|And maybe a bedtime story too?|
I spotted a clear indication that many of us are just big kids, or aspire to be, while dining at a local bistro last evening. The "Happy Hour" sign placed on our table advertising cheap wine and beer from four to six pm had been been covered over by a new one suggesting cookies and milk. Three warm chocolate-chip cookies, to be exact. Okay, sure, I wanted some; who wouldn't? But I've been off dairy since my heart attack -- clear evidence of adulthood -- and cookies never helped anyone get healthy. I asked our server how many people went for them, and he said "almost everybody."
Childhood is nice, but fleeting. Still, signs are everywhere that it's making a strong comeback among the older generations. Like today, with a blizzard keeping me indoors, I feel like baking cookies. And maybe afterwards, we could have a neighborhood snowball fight. After all, who says we can't?