Yesterday, I made popcorn for everyone. I munched on mine in the kitchen while I was busy putting away dishes. The kids took theirs in the living room where they watched a movie. A short time later, my son came into the kitchen to talk to me. I turned around and caught him with his hand in my popcorn bowl.
"Hey," I said. "That's mine! Go eat your own popcorn."
He lowered his eyes. "Sorry, Mama. I thought it was mine."
"How much did you eat?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Four pieces." He walked away and returned with his popcorn bowl. He took four pieces out of his bowl and put them in mine.
I smiled. "Thanks, buddy. You didn't have to give me any of yours."
"Yeah, I know," he said. "But I know better than to mess with the Mama's popcorn. I didn't want you to be mad at me."
That's right. Nobody messes with my popcorn!