It's Girl Scout Cookie Time

So Carter and I are sitting at the dining room table last night, eating Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies. Mark is on the computer in the next room.

Carter: Mom, do these have crack in them?

Me: Yes. Yes they do.

Carter: I thought it had to be either cocaine or methamphetamine. I mean, one cookie and I've just got to keep eating until they're all gone.

Mark, just tuning in: What the hell are you two talking about???

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So tonight, we've finished dinner and asked Carter to get the last tube of Thin Mints out of the freezer. He comes back with a partial box of Samoas. They constitute Mark's crack, so he's happy. After waiting for a minute, I ask Carter about the Thin Mints. He looks stricken. He leans over and whispers in my ear: Mom, I made the mistake of trying to eat just one this afternoon when I got home from school....