I used to love to grab, sneak if you prefer, a handful of them, pour a glass of milk, and dash to my upstairs bedroom on Cedar Street. Years later, I still liked to grab a handful out of the cookie jar at my folk's home, and dunk them in a glass of cold milk. My dad was an Oreo lover, too, and the old family cookie jar was always full of them, right up to the day he passed at 95 years old. Well, the Oreo outlived Dad, but every time that I see them in the store, I smile and say " hi, Dad".
It is the simple things that bring families together.
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