I love it, because giving cookies is what bubbies do. And to be honest, it’s an easy out to a conversation going nowhere

I stop typing and lean back when the phone rings.

“Hi, Sori,” I greet my married daughter.

Silence.

“Hello?”

Light breathing.

Oh! Sigh.

“Hello, Raizy,” I singsong, “you want to talk to Bubby?”

A soft whisper.

I lean forward, fingers itching to fly across the keyboard. “What did your doll do today?”

Another soft whisper.

“Ma,” Sori’s voice sounds far off, “she wants you to ask the magic question.”

What? Oh! “Raizy wants a cookie?”

“She’s nodding.” Sori says.

I move into my zone. “Okay. Bubby is giving Raizy a cookie. Tell Mommy to give Raizy a cookie from Bubby.”

There’s a clang. Then I hear Sori laughing into the phone. “You know what she’s doing, Mommy?”