It used to be our guilty pleasure.
The Grown Sons and I used to love those soft, frosted sugar cookies from the grocery store.
I haven’t bought them in years, though.
Today I found some in a snack pack of two cookies.
Of course I bought it.
I was thrilled.
When I excitedly showed the boys my glorious two-cookie purchase, I was met with stark indifference.
“Whatever,” they grunted and shrugged.
I guess I will be indulging in our guilty pleasure all by myself.