My mom made chocolate chip cookies from scratch for my kids. She told them she would make the cookies. She built up how good the cookies would be. My kids were excited when she dropped off the cookies at our house. They were excited to have the specially-made-by-grandma cookies. My mom is an excellent cook so expectations were high.

My mom thought the cookies looked a little mushy so she left them in the oven a bit longer than planned. So once the cookies were done, they were just a tad bit harder than she would have liked. My kids are crazy though, so they rejected the cookies. I thought they tasted fine. In fact, I thought they were good enough to eat, so I ate them all. One was not enough for me. Oh, no. 

A couple of days later, my mom asked my son “Did you like the cookies?” My ever-tactful child said “No.” My mom, expressing great surprise asked, “What do you mean no?” To which my son said “Don’t worry grandma. At least you tried.”