Walking through the grocery store with my 9-year-old son, I spotted an opportunity for comedy gold.  Giving him a nudge and pointing to the shelf, I remarked, “You know, those are made with real zebras.”

My boy began laughing.  A genuine laugh.

A few more feet and I pointed to a new box, “And those are made with butterflies.”

More laughter.

Yes, I had found the sweet spot.  It’s just like Little Debbie to serve it up.