Nd Dad was the original Cookie monster! LOL
My dad would take my mom’s home-made chocolate chip cookies and stack them. His philosophy was that when the stack fell over, that was his “serving” size. He joked that he got VERY good at stacking cookies.
Oh yeah, I forgot, my Dad was ALSO a Cookie Monster. A few months before he died, when the Alzheimer’s had taken away most of his ability to speak, we were sitting at the table with him after dinner and we had some Oreos on a plate. I asked him if he wanted a cookie, and he responded perfectly clearly with a hearty laugh as if nothing was wrong, “Did you have to ask?” Meaning of course he did. He brought the whole table to cheering laughter.