After dinner, Iris said, as she so often does, “Iris would like one aminal cookie.” She also tends to insist that we have one, too.

I got a tiger. Laurie got a camel. Iris got…well, let’s let her tell you.

> **Iris:** That’s a rhino! Rhino got a bottom. For Iris to eat! [*crunch*]

Incidentally, unless your kid is still toothless, avoid Barbara’s animal cookies. They’re so crumbly that the vast majority of cookies end up broken, and what kid wants to eat a headless monkey?

That’s a rhetorical question.