Soon, the final Norman Rockwell knock-off will finally be ripped free and fall to the dust and the reorder page is all that will remain, heralding the arrival of the inevitable: Girl Scout cookies.

Not Girl Scout cookies, cookies baked by Girl Scouts; Girl Scout cookies, cookies baked by pot-bellied clock punchers named Frank and Ralph.

Scouting teaches the uniformed tykes independence, empowerment and all sorts of who needs Prince Charming skills; along with how to hustle over-priced prepackaged food by playing off their disavowed cuteness.

Perhaps we’d all be better served if they were taught to bake.