This is how the cookie crumbles

Oh, it crumbles. The cookie follows the Dao, just like everyone else. My greed, to get that perfectly soaked mouthful, will lead to forgetting rashly this vital rule.

When i was at elementary, soneone would always pick me up from school and deposit me in my grandparent's home. I would spend the late afternoon watching cartoons and being spoiled . my grandfather would call me either a "nasher" or a "fresser" both Yiddish words to perfectly decribe my insatiable appetite for sweets. The sweets, mainly cookies, were kept on a high cupboard, just above an ugly wooden tv and stereo cabinet. Obviously from an early age, i wanted more than i got, and did my besr to get some. But my grandfather would normally catch me before my crime was committed.

One day, he was snoozing on the couch, and i had long since finished the cookies that i was given. So i quietly opened the tv cabinet and climbed over the thin wooden shelves. They held my weight, as i moved upwards, stepping on the glass casing of their record player. (They had a lot of love for classical). The casing didn't break either.

I was excited. I had never climbed so far. I reached up and opened the cupboard doors. And took out the cookie jar. I took out 7-8 cookies, stuffing all my pockets, and climbed back down. My grandfather didnt see a thing.

Back to the cartoon. Back to my glass of milk. Oh..that glass.

I dipped the coockies, one by one, by they all fell apart, drowning in the liquid.

After i sunk so many cookies, i decided to free the imnersed coockies. I took a spoon and tried to ladel the soggy bottom to my mouth. But just as i was greedy about how much to dip the cookie, i was too greedy about the spoon. I tried to raise as much as i could. To dredge the swamp in High mounds that could somehow make up for the fact that i didn't have any actual cookies eaten.

So I'm holding this huge mound of soggy, brown, stolen, melted cookie, and tried to stuff my self, when i notice my grandfather looking at me, quietly. I was caught!

In panic, i dropped all the cookie-paste all over myself. ..

My grandfather was not amused...

That's when they stopped keeping candy there. It took me a long while to be able to get at the new stash...