They all know about them – cookies from Nana. Six grandsons, excluding one who was less than a year when we left, all know that in the pantry, just out of reach for the youngest, but within reach and available for the asking for the oldest, there are cookies.
It has happened more than once. The door bell rings. When opened a grandson or two will exclaim, “Papa, lets eat cookies!” The results are inevitable. We march together directly to the pantry.
Now days we miss those episodes. There are some, too young to understand, who still look through the window of the locked back door, and call, “Nana . . . Papa”. I remember the first words I heard him say. Cooookeeee.
The Savior taught using a simple metaphor we all can understand. It is all about the cookies.
“If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?” (Matt 7:11)