C is for cookie, that’s good enough for me
C is for cookie, that’s good enough for me
C is for cookie, that’s good enough for me
Oh, cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C

Ginger Nut

C is for Cookie. I sang the song to my baby brother and he hummed along. Cookie and my brother were born around the same time. We were both delighted with the lyrics. I sang it to my children who got just under the wire before Cookie Monster’s mum sat him down for a bit of a chat. Some nice people had had a word in her ear and convinced her to use her influence. He had to change his ways, she said. Perhaps he could change his name by deed poll to Broccoli Monster. It had a yummy ring to it, didn’t he think so? Or, what about S for Spinach? Both had nice curvy outlines. Cookie Monster was a role model after all; he owed it to his little fans to show them the way.

Being a loving and respectful child of 48, Cookie Monster could have pointed out to his mother, but didn’t, that she had been his role model. It wasn’t the song that was the problem, it was that there was never a cabbage, a capsicum or a cherry in the house when he was growing up. You are what you eat, he could have added, and he was a big, fat, chewy chocolate chip cookie. He could have pointed out that she and dad had also been into the cookies. It was obvious when looking at them that they hadn’t changed their tune either. Cookies could have been an occasional treat instead of the main diet if he had ever had the chance at munching on a courgette or cucumber.

Was it too late to change? He didn’t know. He was set in his ways now, so the best he could do was to go on a diet. It would probably be one of many diets that will succeed for a while before he backslid and until the next diet came along. Perhaps he could cut down and only eat sugar substitute cookies or Special K biscuits.
Special K! The mind boggled at the thought. And anyhow, how much of an influence could he be on the little ones once the word got out he was detoxifying and sweating it out in a sauna? It was all too hard and too tiring. He lay back, closed his eyes and thought of England where they produced the tastiest ginger nut biscuits.

9 thoughts on “C is for Cookie

  1. Mary, I have a young nephew (3 1/2 at the time) who asked for more ice cream, having finished a serve after his lunch. His mum said ‘how about some broccoli instead?’. His reply ‘that’s a good idea’ is a little bit of family history now. I was next to him at the time he said it. Nothing wrong with both for young Harry.

    • It’s true, isn’t it, Sandra, that a writer begins with a premise and each reader interprets the writing in his or her own light. I don’t think mothers are to blame for everything and I have not said so. But childhood obesity is on the rise and the blame is being aimed at junk food advertisements. You can’t keep children from the adverts, and you can’t always regulate what they get stuck into at birthday parties and you can’t stop them from exchanging lunches at school. What parents can do is ensure that their children eat healthy at home. This is my opinion. Easier said than done, even in my day. There was a time when we called vegetable soup conglomerate soup.

      • You’re absolutely correct, writers intent and readers comprehension can be poles apart! My crack about mothers was totally tongue in cheek, though when you see what is in the family supermarket trolley you could be mistaken for thinking otherwise on the obesity issue. It’s an incredibly complex issue bound up with economics, education and lifestyle.

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