So get this: the other day, Zeke is getting ready for bed, and he asks for cookies. These are little cookie monster cookies about an inch on a side, so he can eat several. Here is a recounting of our conversation.
Z: I want cookies
J: How many cookies?
Z: How about six cookies.
J: Well, Zeke, that's too many cookies. What would be a better number?
(pause)
Z: How about NINE cookies?
J: No, what about three cookies?
Z: How about FIVE cookies?
At this point, Rori agreed and I gave him five cookies. I really think, though, that I could have worn him down to four.
