Dad makes chocolate chip cookies.

Mom says she doesn’t really want one. Then she has one. Then she has another one and calls it the first one.

I’ve watched this happen many times. The math never changes.

I’m not allowed cookies with chocolate in them, which is a policy I find aggressive. I get my cookies from the jar. They are round and they are fine. They do not require negotiation or a second story about portion size.

But I notice everything. The oven smell. The timing. The way Mom drifts into the kitchen like she just happened to be walking by.

It’s 22°C and the windows are open. The cookie smell is going everywhere.

Dad knows. He always makes extra.

This is, I think, the whole system.

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