"Grandpa! The moon's eating the sun!" Ethan pointed at the darkening sky with one hand while his other held the oversized safety glasses steadfast on his nose.
Grandma laughed, almost knocking her tea from the backyard picnic table.
Grandpa chuckled while steadying his cup. "It's more like your grandma giving you a giant chocolate chip cookie. But with plenty of other ones in the oven -- more than anyone could eat."
Ethan giggled. "I didn't know the moon was a cookie monster."
Grandpa nudged Ethan playfully. "Well, it's more like me. I like 'em, too, but I don't eat them that often."
Ethan's eyes lit up. "Sun-sized cookies! Grandma, can we bake some after the moon is done?"
"Absolutely. We'll make a whole bunch. Well even have some for you to take home with your mom and dad tomorrow when they pick you up after their trip."
The world continued to darken. It was the first time the boy had ever seen that happen during the day. But for Ethan, the excitement of the event had already been eclipsed by the anticipation of freshly baked cookies.
by George Alger
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