Trading

Tag: Mom, I don't want these Cheetoes.

Me: Sorry to hear that.

Tag: Here, I'd like to share with you. [hands me his bag of junk food]

Me: Well, that's awfully nice of you. [he watches intently as I take one bite]

[Then he runs off to grab a bag of Doritoes and brings them over.]

Tag: Now, you should eat these. [He opens them for me.] And now since I shared with you, you should share with me.

[He runs off with the Doritoes, and I inhale some chips from laughing.]