“May I please have one green Froot Loop?” asks the grandfather.
“Nope,” replies the four year old boy, who quickly spoons a few green ones into his mouth and grins.
“No!” the boy still smiles.
“But I’m your grandfather!”
The boy senses victory.
“And what about that backrub I gave you?”
Another headshake and smile.
“I’m only asking for one green Froot Loop.”
The four year old picks a blue one out of the bowl and generously holds his hand out.
“But I don’t want a blue one,” replies the grandfather. “I want a green one. Just one green one? Please!”
The grandfather reaches across the decades that separate them and forms a bond over one green Froot Loop. And the four year old thinks he’s won.