Impulsively, I decided to make some.  I have a few recipes, and decided to make the first ones I prepared when I had children.

Some memories emerged.

Julie preferred eating the dough raw before the chocolate chips were added.  She did not care for chocolate.  Whose child is this?

I worked long days, typically getting home as the kids were preparing to go to bed.  Lest I be away from Carrie, Erik and Julie for too many hours during the week, I chose to leave myself and hour open to be home when they got home from school.

Carrie walked in, warmly greeted me, and went to her room to do homework.

Erik walked in, warmly greeted me, and went to watch Johnny Sacko, a Japanese dubbed show, before he went to his room to do his homework.

Julie walked in, warmly greeted me, and went to her room to call a friend to resolve an issue with a friend over something that had occurred at school.

They did not talk to me.  They did not tell me about their school day. They had their own agenda.

I wondered what might have been different if I had baked chocolate chip cookies?

I never found out.  I stopped coming home for an hour.  I don’t know that they noticed.