Little guy: "Mom, I'm hungry." I swear he doesn't actually see me, he just sees a big turkey leg walking in the room.
Big guy: "She's sick. Do you want her touching your food?"
Little guy: "I don't care. She washes her hands."
Me: "I don't mind making something for both of you guys."
Little guy: "Yay!"
Big guy: "I'll make my own."
Me: "Suit yourself."
Later that evening when my wonderful big guy found himself hungry (and perhaps a bit too comfy on the couch) again...
Big guy: "Mom, will you make me something to eat?"
Me: "I thought I was too sick to make you food."
Big guy: "Yeah, well you proved you were OK to do it when you made him food."
Me: "Sure, buddy, I'll make you something."
Quick thinker, that big guy of mine.
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