Sweeter than Nectar

Many, many, many, years ago, when I was a kid, my mum told me about her friend's son who always used to leave his dad a half eaten cookie on the coffee table. I thought it was gross. But she said the little toddler was so sweet, and loved his dad so much. I guess I never really understood that sweetness until now.

Usually Matty and I would eat fruits together after dinner. This one night, after eating all his grapes, and leaving a few strawberries behind, Matty looked at me and said he wanted more grapes. I told Matty that he could have mine and I can have his strawberrries. But he said "no". I repeated myself again, then just poured my grapes into his Elmo bowl. That, was when Matty started crying.

Me:             "But I thought you want more grapes? You can have mine."

Matty:         "No!!!! I don't want!"




Me:            "My grapes are the same as yours. You can have mine."




Matty:        "No!!!!!!! I don't want."


His crying continued, but I just ignored him and told him I was going to eat the grapes. Later when he calmed down. I asked him what happened:



Me:              "Why did you cry when I gave you my grapes?"




Matty:           [Silence]




Me:             "Did you want Pa Pa (Suparmi my domestic helper)
                   to get more grapes from the fridge?"




Matty:         "Yes."




Me:             "No need to cry then. Matty big boy can talk. Just tell me."




Matty:         "I'm worried Ma Ma no grapes."




Me:            "You didn't want my grapes because you didn't want Ma Ma
                 to have no grapes?"




Matty:         "Yes."


Well, he didn't exactly leave my a cookie on the coffee table. But still, he wanted me to have something that he liked very, very much. So sweet!