Just a little oneshot that popped into my head. Chocolate chip cookies and milk really are the stuff of youth and childhood.

-BookProf101

Rosy slid a fresh pan of cookies from the oven and called out the open window to the three people playing soccer in the front yard. The ball was abandoned as the three raced toward the door.

Skye dashed into the kitchen. "I win!" she yelled triumphantly, grabbing a cookie in each hand. Her face melted into a grin at the first bite. "Mmm…" She closed her eyes.

Jeffrey tapped her shoulder, a glass in one hand, cookie in the other. Skye moved out of the way as he poured a glass of milk, quickly gulping it down.

Batty, with Hound of course, came out from under the table and stared. He was eating them wrong. Everyone knows you have to eat the cookies and milk together; it was an unspoken rule in the Penderwick house. It was the way her mother had insisted on eating cookies. "It just doesn't taste good any other way," Batty remembered Rosalind telling her when she'd asked about it one night. "It's the only way to eat cookies."

So without hesitation, Batty said, "You're eating them wrong." Hound barked in agreement.

"She's right you know," Jane said, snatching two cookies.

Skye nodded. "It's true. You're eating them the ENTIRELY wrong way. AND that was the last of the milk." All four Penderwick sisters frowned at that.

Sighing, Rosalind said, "I'll go over to Tommy's and see if there is any there. IF the football team hasn't drank it all by now." She shook her head, wrapped a plateful of cookies up, and left.

Jeffrey shrugged at Skye and Jane's still-astonished faces and finished off his cookie. "Now I'm thirsty." Skye, Jane and Batty just shook their heads; had he heard a word of what they'd just said?

"That's why you eat the cookie with the milk, silly," Batty said.

"It is sacred; the very essence of youth and childhood," proclaimed Jane.

Rosy came back with a jug of milk and together the four Penderwicks showed the poor boy the one and only proper way to eat chocolate chip cookies and milk. Laughter rang throughout the house. Cookies and milk truly were the essence of youth and happiness of being young.

"Skye, stop kicking me!"

What did you think? Love it? Hate it? Let me know. It was a lot of fun to write. The only downside: I don't have any cookies and milk.

-BookProf101