My son got off the school bus and handed me a package. "Here Mama, this is for you."
I opened it. It was a cookie. And it looked and smelled like a gingersnap cookie. "You made this is school?" I asked.
I examined it closely. "Bubba, it's as hard as a rock. Is it stale?"
He laughed. "No. It's fresh."
"Should I eat it?"
"No, Mama," he said. "You'll end up in the hospital. It's an air freshener!"