Sometimes our best lessons come from children.
I was about three years old when my dad and I walked into
a bakery. After he placed his order, he noticed I was staring into the glass
display case with all the pastries. He asked, "Lanie, do you want
one?"
"Yes, daddy," I replied enthusiastically.
The sales clerk handed me a round pastry with whipped
cream, and a cherry on the top. As we turned to leave, the pastry fell to the
floor. The sales clerk offered me another one, which I was happy to accept.
This time it was obvious I deliberately dropped the
pastry as soon as I ate the cherry.
"Lanie, why did you do that?" my father
inquired.
"I only wanted the cherry," I replied!