This afternoon my five-year-old son announced that he wanted to make a snack for me.
"I don't really need a snack," I said.
"But I really want to make you a snack," he replied.
"Okay," I said.
"I'll need some lettuce."
"We don't have any lettuce in the refrigerator," I replied, "but there's some outside in the garden."
"Would you go get it?"
"Why don't you get it?"
"I might pick the wrong thing."
I went out and picked some lettuce.
"Please wash that and put it in bowl," he instructed.
I looked at him funny.
"Now we need some tomatoes," he announced after I put the lettuce in the bowl. "Will you please slice some tomatoes?"
Since I didn't want the little guy using a knife, I complied.
"That can go in the bowl too," he said.
I looked at him wondering what he was up to.
"There you go," he said with a big grin. "Your snack is ready!"
Wait a minute. Wasn't he supposed to make the snack?