Once when Roscoe and Logan were little toddlers, we drove late into the night to reach Grandma and Grandpa McGee's house. When we arrived, they had arranged little bedrolls side by side on the office floor for the boys. We carried the boys inside and tucked them in. But before they could fall back asleep, something wonderful happened.
Grandma tiptoed into their darkened room holding a can of spray whipped cream and a spoon. Roscoe and Logan sat up in their beds with big round eyes as Grandma squirted the spoon full, then inserted it in the mouth of one boy. Then she filled it again and spooned it into the other boy's mouth. Again and again. The boys sat silent and frozen, afraid to break whatever magic spell had led to this unprecedented event. They just opened their mouths wide like little birds.
If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?~ Matthew 7:11
Yesterday afternoon I made Mississippi Mud Cake, a process that involves layers of chocolate cake and marshmallow and frosting. Every kid who wandered through the kitchen was presented with a bowl or spoon to lick.
Without tethers to the real world of responsibility and sacrifice, children would come crashing down like kites with cut strings. Still, it's fun to dole out "good gifts."