Anyone younger than their mid-Fifties is young enough to have grown up with
Sesame Street. That means that at least once in your life you have frustrated your mother by grabbing some Chips Ahoy and trying to emulate Cookie Monster, snarfing wildly at the cookies while crumbs fly.
I think of this during Holden's morning feedings, as he stuffs his face into his little bowl with such gusto that kibble is scattered across a six inch radius. (Never fear, though, he cleans up that mess very thoroughly. Not a bit of kibble is wasted.)
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