We're sitting at the kitchen table. Seth's got a plate of sliced apples in front of him. He’s slowing down on his snack and I ask him,
"Seth, can I have one of your apples?"
He considers this a minute, then slips me the smallest one on his plate.
Slightly amused at his selfishness, I take it and bite into my apple slice.
We sit there quietly chewing, and then he says,
"Mom, I gave you the small one....because you’re skinny."
Bless his little heart.