Cookies

It's snack time and Nicole is jumping up and down trying to get the cookie jar from the top of the pantry shelf. I smiled and helped her take her favourite digestive biscuit. She's going to have it with her favourite tea (decaf) and milk.

"Hmm, okay, you're going to have a biscuit, mummy," she said.
"No, thank you Nicole, you take it, I'm fine."
"Oh come on, mummy, you must have one."
"I'm fine, baby, honestly. You have one."
"But there's only one left!", she said.
"It's okay, it's for you, babe," I said.

Then it occurred to me and I said, "So... there was only one biscuit left and you actually offered it to me?"
"Yes," she said.
"Awww.... that's so sweet of you, baby, thank you," I had a lump in my throat.
She was silent for a second and then...
"Well,... actually I already took three and there was one left," she said.

I raised my eyebrows and she had this big grin on her face.
Love her to bits!!