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March 29, 2008

Who took/stole the cookie …

Filed under: Uncategorized — Porcupyn @ 6:11 pm

… from the cookie jar?

Long long ago, more than twentyfive years to be precise, the author of this blog used to learn carnatic classical music (for three years). As the lone boy among a group of about eight girls, while waiting for all the rest of his classfellows to show up at the teacher’s, he used to observe them from the sidelines, as they assigned each other numbers, and sing this song as a sort of a game.

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Who? Me?
Yes. You.
Couldn’t be.
Then who?
Number N stole the cookie from the cookie jar.

All faces would turn to #N for the words “Who? Me?”, the point being that you need to be alert when randomly picked and thrown under the bus, and immediately respond with your piece.

Anyway, why did I suddenly remember this? Today, kiddo #1 took the last cookie from the cookie jar and said “Who took the cookie from the cookie jar?” On cue, I just responded “Who? Me?” and he continued it. I was surprised that a game I had heard from girls in a then rustic Indian town (now famous as Dhoni’s birthplace) is famous enough in the USA too. Turns out that kiddo learned it from his kindergarten teacher, and it is kinda famous.

2 Comments »

  1. haha, that brought back some fond memories🙂

    Comment by rads — March 29, 2008 @ 11:09 pm | Reply

  2. rads:

    You too? Did you also go to a convent school? Or is/was this poem/game pretty widespread in the rest of the country?

    Comment by porcupyn — May 4, 2008 @ 9:57 pm | Reply


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