The roar of the school bus was followed by distinct screech of brakes and the squeak of the opening bus door. Someone was home from school! Soon the back door was flung open and then slammed shut. On the table sat plate of homemade cookies welcoming the hungry student. He saw them immediately and sauntered over and grabbed one.
"Hey, these cookies are cold!"
Guilty. I plead guilty to spoiling that young man. (Although he did grow up to become a rather nice guy.)
But admit it. You prefer your homemade cookies warm as well.