At the grocery store yesterday, I quickly walked past the bakery to continue my shopping. Normally my two older children ask to stop and get a cookie. Because I only had Mr. Three with me, I assumed he wouldn't really care if we stopped or not. As I continued on towards the meat department, a tiny voice sweetly said, "Cookie?" I looked down and saw that darling chubby face and said, "What do you say?" He answered, "Eese?" (That's please in Mr. Three speak.)
How can you not go back to the bakery for a cookie after that? That boy has me wrapped around his finger!