At the dance lesson, a parent brought a plate of cookies for the kids and left them by the door. I carried Klara straight by the plate without taking any because there had already been Hershey kisses, a lollipop and Welch’s from other kids.
Very calmly Klara showed me her little palm and pointed her finger at the middle.
“Right here, mommy,” she said.
“Right here what?” I asked.
“Cookie goes right here,” she explained. “Put the cookie right here.”
So of course I had to go back for the cookie.