Anand, eyes wide, staring at the island full of treats for the party that will start in four hours: “It looks *so* good.”
Me: “It’s a party day, baby; you can have one.”
He reaches for the biggest snowflake cookie, buried under the others, laughs, says, “I know, I know,” and switches to the smallest one, sitting on the edge, and walks away happy.
Age 8. That interaction would have gone differently a year ago. 