In the Eye of the Beholder

This morning, as the kids came into the room, Jack grins at me as he walked past. "I've got something for you," he said.

Now, over the past couple of weeks he has been giving me little wrapped candy canes. That's what I thought he brought for me again. It's sweet, really, as yesterday I really "chewed" him out (pun intended) for eating sunflower seeds in the room. I made him empty his pockets and throw everthing away.

So I'm at my desk, and he proudly comes over. He hands me a store-bought cookie. Unwrapped. In his hand.

"Jack!" I exclaimed. "You brought me a cookie? You've been holding it in your hand all morning, just waiting to give it to me?"

"Yup!" he answered, proudly.

I gave him a big hug. "That's the nicest thing anyone has done for me today!"

Later, I threw the cookie away. Blah.