Claire: I need cookies. No. No, I don’t. I don’t need cookies. (looks at me hopefully)
Me: I don’t have any cookies to offer you, so it’s okay.
Claire: No, these were hypothetical cookies. There are always hypothetical cookies with me.
Me: (gets out laptop and records this bit of dialogue)
With an old family dog, Season, we called these “air cookies”. Season was always gently taking air cookie treats from pinched kid fingers.
TRY IT WITH, THE CLAIRE! <3