Starboy is checking out his kids' meal at the San Diego Zoo. The mac and cheese came with several bags of not-great, but not-too-terrible, over-processed snacky things. (Including already-sliced apples with a sell-by date at least a week away. Yech.)
"What are these, Mama?" he asks, holding up a very kid-friendly black package.
"What do you think they are?"
"I think they are animal cookies!" Big smile.
"Why do you think they are animal cookies?"
"Well," he reasons. "The picture is animals, and I see here a /k/ for 'cookies.'" He points to the "c" at the beginning of the word.