When Alec was in fifth grade, he and I made sugar cookies. He enjoys baking sometimes and was thrilled when there were enough cookies to share with his classmates. "Mom, can I take cookies to school for my classmates?"
Me: Sure. Just check with your teacher.
Him: I know! I could pack little cookie snacks for our class walk-about in two days.
Me: Perfect!
My son proceeded to package ziplock bags of three cookies each and each labeled with the student group names for the walk-about. He did this all on his own without any help from me. He put all the bags into his backpack for the next day. I was so proud of him.
Upon returning from school the next day I inquired about how his classmates enjoyed the cookies. With just a hint of a downcast face he said, "I never gave them to them." "Why?" "Because they all got crushed in my backpack." And with that, he took out the Ziplocks. Oh! Such a sad, sad sight, all those crumbs. But he didn't seem too phased, he shrugged, sat down on the couch and logged onto his computer to play a game.
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