Dear Son has been dying to give them something, anything. He’s had the tomatoes staked out (so to speak) as “something to give the neighbors” ever since he found out that those bushes would grow tomatoes.
Well, the tomatoes finally got ripe – three big ones and two “little, tiny, cute ones.” It took him three tries before he caught them at home and he came back from that last, successful, trip just glowing.
He came up to and hugged himself to me and said, “Wasn’t that good?” So I bent over and hugged him back and he whispered, eyes beaming, “You know what? I told them a lie!”
“I told them we had lots of tomatoes and we couldn’t eat them all. Wasn’t that good?”
He was just so proud that he had the social niceties of giving-to-neighbors down. Not only was he the one who thought of giving something back, he knew how to do it properly, too.
So I said, “Oh, that sure is good,” and hugged him harder. It was the first time I’ve ever hugged a five-year-old for telling a lie. It might be the last time, too.