speechless wonder

I cooked up batches of homemade playdough when my girls were little. Tinted with food coloring into a rainbow of color, it was happily rolled and stamped and pressed.
One afternoon, my three year old presented her visiting grandpa with a 'cookie' for his approval.
He promptly ate the sample.
I'm not sure who was more astonished.
Three year olds know pretend.
Grandpas know cookies.
"This sure is salty cookie dough," he had declared, suddenly appearing in the kitchen doorway.
"Oh, you didn't TASTE it did you," I cried in horror.
My mother-in-law stared in speechless wonder as did the little chef.
Speechless wonder.