Twenty seven seconds

Growing up I always liked to dunk my cookies in my milk. Now that I am older I still do but I find myself dipping buttered rolls in my coffee more often. This was a traight that I acquired from my father. It seems that this tradition has carried over to my son. One day when I came home from work my twenty two year old son Charlie was sitting at the kitchen table. On the tip of his fingers he held an oreo cookie half dunked into a cold glass of milk. I looked at him and said to him " Twenty-Seven Seconds, Charlie." He looked up at me and said to me, "That's right dad, twenty-seven seconds." Ever since I can remember Charlie had to count to twenty seven before he could eat it, it had to be the perfect texture for him and twenty seven seconds did the trick. He was shocked that I actually remembered how many seconds he had to count, and honestly, so was I. (lol) Well, I guess what we have here is a case of, like father like sons.

like father, like sons

we like to dunk our cookies

family traditions

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