Cheeky

A few minutes ago, I asked Gabe to “pick a hand,” and when he chose it, I gave him the M&M that was hidden inside. He was impressed.

Just now, he came back to me with balled-up fists. “Pick a hand.” I tapped his right hand, and it was empty. He shoved his remaining fist toward me. “Pick a hand!” I touched his left hand, but it was empty, too. He held out his empty palms to me. “See? You need to give me something else for my hands now, please.”