Brownie Boy

Short story: the title

Long story goes like this:
Sunday after dinner I was typing recipes into my computer when I received a FaceTime request from Daughter #2 (FaceTime is a Mac version of Skype). I accepted it and found out that Grandson M asked his Mum if he could have more brownies. When we went to the MS fundraiser on Saturday I had brought along home-made from scratch brownies. When he found out I was the one who made them he insisted they call me to talk about more brownies.
It seems he really likes them a LOT, and there were no more!
He told me, " Grandma, I really want you to make me some more brownies and bring them over. I like them!"
Now this is a BIG DEAL that he likes any sort of food, especially a new one.
M has autism and is very, Very, VERY picky about what food he will eat.
It is common for autistic people to have food issues due to magnified sensory input.
I explained that it was late at night (about 6:30 pm), then asked if I could make them Monday morning and bring them over at that time.
He replied, " But the sun is still shining! It's not late."
His Mum and I convinced him that if I started right away, by the time I made them, they cooled enough, then I drove over, that it would in fact be dark and he would be in bed.
It was agreed I would make and deliver the brownies early Monday morning.
He was very excited when I arrived. We cut the brownies, gave him one with milk whereupon I told him I had to take a picture of him eating it.
Blip for the day solved!
We even discussed the possibility of making them together the next time he came visiting.
Thus ends this brownie ballad.