Today Scott came inside to ask permission to buy a cookie from the most recent neighborhood stand. (We have A LOT of enterprising young folk around here, including my own.) It was only 5 cents, and I figured that was a good deal.
So off he went, nickel in hand to buy a cookie. Well, it was a fabulous cookie, and he sweetly brought it in to me to share a bite ("a tiny bite"). After a few minutes he returned and asked if he could buy another cookie. As I hesitated, he quickly clarified, "not for me, for someone else."
Just a bit skeptical, I asked "who?"
He just grinned and pointed at me. How could I resist. So I said okay.
A minute later he was back and handed over a big chocolate covered cookie ("with only a few tiny bites out of it"). What a charmer. I love that boy. So I shared a "big" bite with him.
And we were both happy.