I think that is, or was, the slogan for Oreos. Maybe it wasn't at all. My memory doesn't do the job it used to do these days. I'm just going to pretend that it was the slogan. It fits the story. I am pretty confident that one thing that Harrison's Poppy (Adam's dad) was looking forward to the most when it comes to being a grandparent, was sharing his love of Oreos with a grandchild. I've finally kicked most (or just some) of my neurotic parenting tendencies, to actually let Harrison have Oreos. Watching Harrison eat Oreos with his Poppy made me think that many years from now, he will have memories of sharing Oreos with his Poppy. I'm so thankful that he will have sweet memories to cherish of simple activities. And one of my favorite things of being mom is seeing unlikely people go soft around Harrison. Let's be real, it usually happens with Adam, my dad, and Adam's dad. For some reason, I love the magic that happens in the interaction between a big boy and a little boy (memories that I will cherish for years to come). Here is a little video we captured of the two boys eating together.