Yesterday night we had hobo pies. Isaac was so tired that he wasn't eating the quarter that I gave him. So I ate the other three quarters. Then Isaac handed me his plate, with one bite out of his quarter, so I ate the rest.
He turned as I was finishing and cried, "don't eat mine!" The next five minutes there were serious tears. Finally we sort of calmed him down by promising more watermelon and a bite of the one Ben was eating.
Fast forward to tonight when Isaac wasn't eating his sausage. I asked if I could eat half of it. He immediately said no! And took a bite I the side he hadn't eaten and rubbed it on his cheek, giving it a hug. Needless to say, I didn't eat that part of the sausage.
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