Me: Denise brought these little cookies covered in Belgium chocolate to work today. A whole tin of them!
TD: And how many did you have?
TD: (look of horror) SEVEN?
Me: But they were tiny little cookies! Shortbread! And really thin and it was really only like three because they were so SMALL!
Me: Don’t judge me.
TD: Seven cookies.
Me: You suck.
TD: Do we have cookies? I kinda want a cookie now.