Sometimes being up on how the kids talk can be less illuminating than expected. I was walking down the street earlier, admittedly mightily distracted, when I could swear a delivery guy riding by on his bicycle sort of sang out, "Milk and cookies!" And my literally instantaneous thought was, "What? I'm not wearing a black bra with a white shirt." Although maybe he meant the dreamy Belgian design outfit. Or the real thing. Yum. Now I want some.