We were having Sonic for dinner because promising Worm french fries was the only way I could get him to leave the pool. Huck ordered a corn dog and Worm wanted a "hamgerger." However, once Worm got a good look at the corn dog, he changed his mind (he has inherited my love of all foods served on sticks).
Truck and I tried to purposefully misunderstand what Worm was wanting. "You want a drink of my soda?" "You want some ketchup?" "You want the toy?" We didn't really expect it to work, but you gotta try, right?
Finally, I looked at Huck and said, "If you trade dinners with him I'll take you back to Sonic tomorrow."
HOLY COW I LOVE THAT KID! He handed his corn dog over to his baby brother with a smile. No whining. No eye-rolling. No bemoaning the lack of fairness.
I heaped praise on him and told him I was going to tell everyone I know what a great big brother and all-around fabulous person he is.
He basked in the glow for a minute and then asked, "Are you going to blab about this?" I said, "Sure, I'm telling everyone who'll listen." He replied, "No, I mean on your blab. Are you going to put this on the internet?"
Hell yeah, dude.