Milk and Cookies

Now that I'm home for most of the day with my preschooler, I've gotten into a bad habit, a very, very bad habit which could result in some very, very large jeans if I don't cut it out soon. Forget the lone afternoon cup of coffee I used to get at the office from the Flavia machine. Oh no, baby, I've discovered the lost, simple pleasures of milk and cookies. My son gets a small chocolate cookie most afternoons with a glass of milk. And hey, if it's good enough for the duckling, it's good enough for the mother duck. So, without any hesitation, I've been joining him for this most precious of afternoon snacks, though I usually have a jolt of caffeine with my cookie. If we're out of cookies, we go for graham crackers. There was a dark period there where we were into daily doses of Halloween candy, and I stole most of his. Someday I'll have to confess that I ate the KitKat bars, his favorite (I was just trying to spare his young, pure system from hydrogenated fats, which of course I am immune to.) Once in a while, we shake things up and make popcorn and drink apple juice, but that's sooooo healthy, and it's back to milk and cookies we go. With the holidays hard upon us, perhaps it's time to switch to hot cider or cocoa. Either way, there's something quite pleasurable about sitting down with my child, my mug, and my cookie. I have to squeeze my butt into one of the kid-size chairs at his little table, but it's worth the effort, not to mention the calories.