Next to the waffles I place fresh blueberries, still wet from their dutiful washing. The kids love blueberries–just the right size for grabbing with small pincers.
“Samuel, can I have one of your blueberries?” I ask. “No ma’am!” comes the firm reply. I try again…this time with reason and persuasion: “Samuel, I bought those for you, and washed them for you, and I can give you some more.” “OK,” he says, digging around for the smallest piece of fruit on his plate, “Just one, and that’s all!”
Now who does that remind you of?
