Lunchtime at the co-op. I overhear Wise One from across the room chatting with his friends.
Wise One: You want some? I have no idea why she let me bring it. She usually won't even let me eat it unless it's cooked. I can't believe she let me pack it in my lunch!
Me: (calling from across the room) What exactly did I let you pack?
Wise One: Cookie dough!
Me: Cookie dough? Cookie dough! Cookie dough. Ta-key-toe. Ta-key-toe. Heavens sakes! Do NOT eat that raw cookie dough. And I might make that Ear, Nose, Throat appointment my allergist recommended after all.