It can pay to hang out with Granddad. Company, conversation and chocolate. Early on at a Sunday afternoon get-together my six-year-old daughter spied a bag of chocolate Kinder Eggs. The find quickly became top-of-mind for her, to use a marketing term.
“Egg, egg, egg,” she chanted to me in a hushed voice.
She didn’t want to draw attention to her discovery, not with her younger brother and sister milling around.
She continued to chant with the hope of getting me to ask granddad to fork them over.
“You ask,” I said.
But she wasn’t going to, not yet, at least.
When it came time to go as the younger two were getting feisty, the six-year-old said she’d hang out a while with granddad and the other guests. It was then that I gathered at least some of her intentions. So it came as no surprise when she got home that she came up to me and whispered in my ear, “Don’t tell anybody but I ate two eggs.”
Patience can pay, I thought.
Or was it lust?