Many years ago, I decided to throw a little dinner party for some friends on the weekend before Thanksgiving. I went out to get the groceries and returned home to be greeted by my son, then 7 years old.
As with most growing boys, he had a keen interest in food. He eagerly assisted me with the bags, while querying me about that evening’s fare.
I laid out the menu for him, and then I said:
“And just for you, I bought dessert.”
His eyes lit up.
“What did you get?”
“Apple pie,” I said, knowing this was his favorite.
“Mmm,” he said with a smile. “I love apple pie.”
“I know,” I said. “Me too.”
His expression suddenly turned quizzical, as though this comment had generated some cause for concern.
“Do you really?” he asked.
“I do,” I responded.
He paused for another moment, deep in contemplation. Then he perked up and decisively said:
“Well, do you want half?”
Sherry & George 