Growing up, my dad was always a big fan of gingersnaps.
He’d buy one bag at a time of those mocha-colored brown sacks with the wax coating inside and the old-fashioned writing.
The day after there would inevitably be an empty, crumpled bag lying at the foot of his winged maroon leather recliner.
My did is still a bit that way, as is my husband.
They can’t have just one.
And, so, with the holidays nearing, there have been lots of exciting excuses to forgo “just saying no.”