On a rare night this past week, two of the small peeps ate all of their dinners and had the honor ;) of splitting the last piece of cake.
M sliced it so T got to choose his half.
Fearing a food fight, I silently prayed that they were exactly the same size. They weren't. So I prayed T wouldn't notice and that he would happen to choose the smaller piece.
Score! He chose the littler one! Whew! So glad he didn't notice the size difference!
"I saw that the other one was bigger, so I left it for you because I knew you would really like that, M."
Are you kidding me? NO WAY! That was the very best kind of surprise. :)
(Be still my heart, he turns 5 later this month.)