Oreos & Bleach

Someday I will be doing some sort of cleaning with bleach and I will unwind with a cup of milk and dunkable Oreos.  And I will get a weird sort of deja vu.  I wonder if I will remember that the reason it is so familiar is that once upon a time (now and since Abby was 3) I would now and then have Oreos after a long hard day working at the preschool (you know how the teachers do everyday?).  So as I bring the soaked oreo to my mouth I get a whiff of bleach from my fingers... ah, sweet memories.