Last Sunday Grandma took us all out for pancakes before she headed back home. Charles had been in a bit of a grumpy mood which didn’t get much better at the restaurant. He was inconsolable until I got my coffee. When Charles saw me pour sugar in he realized what he had been missing in his life - a container of sprinkly stuff.
Charles latched on to the sugar container and wouldn’t let go. He didn’t try to pour with it but he insisted on keeping at least in touch with it for most of the rest of breakfast. He just sat on my lap, looking determined, one hand clutched protectively around the sugar dispenser. This meant somewhat less sweetened coffee for Dad but such are the sacrifices of parenthood.