The season of sharing

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.”

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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?”

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