There was a knock at my door one January afternoon, and as I opened the door, expecting see a neighbor kid asking to play, there she was. She looked a little bit older than the last time I saw her. She was wearing the same green uniform, but had a few more badges stitched to the fabric of her sash.
"Would you like to order any Girl Scout cookies this year?" she asked.
It sounded innocent enough, but here are the cold hard facts -- my family is addicted to Girl Scout cookies, and we can't stop eating them until every last package is gone.