At lunch today I bought a black and white cookie. Then I remembered that John Paul had asked me over the weekend if he could come to my office. I told him we could do that one day soon.

"And we'll go to Grand Central Station? And see all the trains? And you'll get me a black and white cookie?"

He was a recalling a trip we'd taken together, joyriding and trainspotting -- back in June.

"Yeah, we'll do all that," I said, though I'm not sure when (probably after I get my back ripped open and repaired).

So for tonight, it was just the black and white cookie I'd bought at lunch.

"You boys need to share," I instructed.

John Paul had a plan for that:

"Can you cut the middle in half?"

I'm not sure how that would work. But I got a knife and did sort of what he asked.