When I got to camp yesterday, my four year old son was filled with even more post-camp excitement than he’s filled with on a regular afternoon, which consists of him responding “GWEAT!” with a smile plastered to his face when I ask how his day was. What made this day extra, extra special? Why, the children had baked cookies! “Aminal cookies” my two year old son – also a camper – informed me. “And I have three cookies, Mommy, and when I get home I’m going to share them with my sisters,” my older son explained. (His sisters always share their treats with him, so I was delighted to see that he was finally learning to be generous too.) My son is an unusually picky eater and has only a few foods in this world that he adores – cookies being one of them. My father once noticed that when my son eats a cookie, he doesn’t just eat it. He experiences it. He examines its, feels it, smells it – the kid truly relishes it, which made his offer to share that much more impressive. As we were driving home – we literally live two and a half blocks away door to door – I referenced my son’s generosity and noted how proud I was. “Actually, Mommy,” my son interrupted, “I ate up all the cookies.” “You ate up all the cookies?” I asked incredulously. (Apparently he had skipped cookie-savoring this time and went straight to devouring them Cookie-Monster-style!)
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 16:46:27 +0000
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