The cookie jar. There are few items more crammed with childhood (OK, even adulthood) memories.
Imagine having your own one. On your desk. In your kitchen. Under your bed.
That’s the kind of power. The kind of selfie-taking, baked goods revelry you’re about to unleash not only on this country, but the world.
Siblings from every corner of the globe will be railing at the unfairness of it all. And whose fault will it be?
We could say, give this to someone who will preside over it sensibly. But what the heck. This jar is stocked by the very company that became a Kiwi icon by going for it.
If you believe it’s for the best. Or hope it is. Don’t hold back. Confer the honours.