I bought a few things at my favorite café the other day. As I was walking out, Laurent, so sweet, handed me something, the sweetest something, as I walked out the door. I got back into the car with my bag of stuff and a tin full of my favorite chocolate covered almonds.
Boy2 - Are those chocolates? Those look like chocolates. Are they Mama?
Me - Yes. And no, you may not have any.
Boy2 - What? Why? You share everything with us, you always let us taste your food and you always let us have the chocolate you get when you have a coffee.
Me - Because you've got bags of Easter chocolate to eat, you don't need anymore and these are my favorites, not yours, you won't feel about them the way I do. These chocolates need to be loved.
Boy2 starts laughing.
Boy1 has known me for 3 years more than Boy2.
Boy1 - Um, I'm afraid she's not joking.