Paul couldn't sleep if there were Oreos in the house. He could shove a startling number into his mouth. I liked having one or two at bedtime with a cup of tea. Fat chance. I tried hiding them, to no avail. He could sniff Oreos out wrapped in foil and stashed behind the dishes. I finally had a flash: hide them low. Sure enough, I ducked down to the lowest possible cabinet and tucked them inside. Tall Paul was going to go that far—and he didn't. But that man sure loved his cookies.