Boomer took bites of all six varieties, contemplating each one and "guring out the order in which he would then eat them. “I like the
brown one and the lighter brown one and the almost-brown one. I’m not so sure about the minty one. But really, I think the lebkuchen spice
one is the best.”

“The what?”

“The lebkuchen spice one.” He held it up for me. “This one.”

“You’re making that up. What’s a lebkuchen spice? It sounds like a cross between a Keebler elf and a stripper. Hello, my name ees
Lebkuchen Spice, and I vant to show you my cooooookies...”

“Don’t be rude!” Boomer protested. As if the cookie might be offended.

Author: David Levithan