I Want a Black Cookie. Dammit!
In Porterspeak, black cookie means an Oreo cookie. And while I can’t take credit for introducing him to Oreos — that was Theresa, his occupational therapist — I did buy some for home. Although in my defense, I did get the fat free ones. Anyway, Porter’s been bugging Sarah to have a black cookie for breakfast. She’s been holding fast but I confess I may have given him one or three a time or two. So this morning, he again was angling for a black cookie but since Sarah was around I said no. Who said I don’t have standards? He asked Mommy again but was also rebuffed by her. At one point while we were both in the living room this morning, Porter tries one more time, but more forcibly than usual when he says. “I want a black cookie, dammit!” I can’t imagine where he heard such talk, can you?






















