... is like apples of gold in settings of silver. So says Proverbs. Mr J seems to be rather gifted at speaking "apt words". The following story is a very literal illustration of that.
I was clattering around in our kitchen this morning, drinking a cup of iced coffee [from a pot made yesterday - stored it in a jar in the fridge for today! Yummy!], while waiting to remove the first batch of finished cookies from the oven.
Mr J strode in through the open door, still clad in his blue pyjama shorts and a striped vest top. His eyes took in the baking ingredients scattered around and our huge stoneware mixing bowl filled with dough. He opened his mouth and announced loudly...
"Mmmm. I smell lovely cookies. And I smell lovely Mummy!"
Needless to say, he was the first to score a taste of freshly baked cookies.