The other day I was standing in line at the post office so I could send off a lab mates' samples since he had to leave town suddenly. There was a family with four kids under the age of six standing in front of me. (I thought, "What is this? Utah?")They were there to get passports.
I crinkled the padded envelope in my hand, and one of the little girls (probably about 5) asked "What is that?"
"Um. Actually, they're DNA samples."
"I'm allergic to eggs."
Her dad chimed in with "Are you really allergic to eggs? Or do you just not like them?"
She answered, "I'm just allergic to raw ones. But I can eat them if they're in cookies."
It's good to know she can have cookies. I can't even imagine how deprived my childhood would've been without cookies.