On Saturday afternoon Sarah grabbed a bag of Quaker Delights from the pantry and ran into the playroom. "Peter! Do you want a bag of these? There's one bag left. You can get it."
"Bring me a bag and I'll pay you a dollar!" was his lazy reply.
Sucker! She'll never see that dollar, I thought.
She grabbed the snack from the pantry and happily ran it into the playroom for him. (Please note - the playroom is 5 feet from the pantry.)
Not two minutes later, Peter ran past me through the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Where you going, honey?" I yelled after him.
"To my bedroom, to get Sarah the dollar that I owe her for getting me the snack," was his reply.
Who's the sucker now?