On their way back to their pew, he told Mom they had to make a batch for me Sunday night to give to me Monday morning. I'm happy to say they did just that.
The other boy apparently asked Mom if she thought I knew how to dip the cookies in milk, because they are really good that way. She told him that I was a boy once, too, and she was sure I knew about dipping cookies in milk. She's right, of course.