"It's so beautifully arranged on the plate -
you know someone's fingers have been all over it."
“Excuse me. What’s the Good Old Days?”
“Oh,” I giggled, “That was as far back as we can remember about the things we liked.” I explained.
“Sounds about right,” my coworker laughed, "feels likes a hundred years ago."
“Cool.” He smiled after thanking me for tying his shoe. Later that day he made an announcement to his mother at pick up time.
“Mommy it was ‘the good old days’ when you made those chocolate chip cookies.”
His mother later reported to me that she had made chocolate chip cookies last week.