"And Ho Hos!"
"No, no, no, no," I cried, rushing over to protect my precious pile of 20th-century relics. "These aren't for eating. They're for the archives."
For this disclosure, I received looks from the children of surprise and disapproval, and a suspicious question: "What do you mean, archives?"
I smiled smugly. "I'm going to save them! Then when you're grown-up and...