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It’s Girl Scout Cookies season. My daughter sold them this year. This has solidified my belief that these cookies have magical powers. At the very least, they’re supernatural. I’ve studied this. Intently. And based upon my scientific research* I have deduced a few hypotheses:
I also believe no one truly remembers the boxes they order and you could deliver the wrong boxes as long as you include some Thin Mints and Samoas. I did not test this theory completely, however. I did substitute a box of Samoas for a box of Tagalongs due to the fact that we kept our cookies in the garage and when we went to deliver them, one box of Tagalongs had mysteriously been opened with a row eaten, but not by any of my children, of course. Obviously someone broke into our garage, ate 4 cookies, then left.
I think the only thing that would make Girl Scout Cookies better would be if you could fly when you ate them.
*I’ve eaten at least 3 boxes a year since the age of 10.