A whole lot of nothing collides

My mom just got back into town and she returned bearing gifts - food gifts specifically, which, truth be told, are my favorite kinds of gifts. One of the items was a box of these wafer type cookies with a cream in the middle. She was anxious to try one and as she crunched away I asked her how it was.
"It tastes like nothing. It's like eating air."
I need to know what this is like, so I opened one and took a bite. She's right. "It tastes like sweet nothing."
Then I look at the cookie itself and notice that at the top it declares SAND and then at the bottom it says "C'est un" which is French for "It's a."



I turned to my mom and said, "It says, C'est un."
"C'est un what?"
"Exactly."

On a related note, my mom was able to decipher what the hell SAND was all about. "I think it's because it's like a sandwich." I'm sure she's right, you know. I am amazed that it made immediate sense to her. My love of all-weird-things-Japanese just collided with my mom and it all makes perfect sense somehow.