the Baker Boys

The Bakers Boys had a bakery for as long as I knew. We would get fudge, cookies, cakes, and pies from them too. My grandma bought sourdough and rye. My mom would buy cookies from no other guy. Why do you call them boys? I asked my mother. She had no answer, but I heard snickering from my brother. You forget she is old too, said my sister, better watch yourself. Every kind of dessert was laid up on this bakery shelf. The Baker Boys were in their nineties now. They added flavored milk which they made from a cow. Why do they call them boys? Asked my tiny granddaughter. Not sure I replied. But their bread is fresh if not hotter.