Funnimetric

Either out of friendship or just plain intimidation stemming from my superior role-playing skills, my buddies ordered cookies from my daughter for a Mexican Folk-dance fund-raiser. Being Americans, they assumed that the cookies would come ready to eat and cleverly packaged. In fact, the cookies were potential cookies,* as what my wife brought home for distribution was cookie dough. My friends' reaction varied from sweet lemon to thinly veiled contempt to near-violent outrage. I, however, pointed out the potential benefits of the dough:

1. Chicks dig it. I'm married and would never make cookies, but my friends are single. Imagine a female visitor arriving at one of my friends' homes to the smell of freshly baked cookies. Such an unusual gesture's worth 10 points, at least.

2. In case of flood or zombie attack, cookie dough would make a perfect home sealant.

3. The fact that the cookies were awful and difficult to prepare only increases one's empathy with the people of under-developed nations.

They didn't buy it either.

With that, my daughter dancing (she's the cute one):

My daughter likes this stuff. If we lived in Miami, she'd be doing Cuban dancing, I guess.

*It's Sunday. Make your own political/moral analogies.