Trade

After Troy got up from his nap today, he came into the kitchen and saw me chopping up some cheese cubes. He pointed at the cheese and asked, “dah?” Which roughly translates to “can I have a cheese please?” I told him that I’d trade him a cube of cheese for the pacifier hanging out of his mouth. He pulled the pacifier out, looked at it, looked at the piece of cheese in my outstretched hand, and looked back at the pacifier. I imagine one of two things was running through his brain. Either he was trying to determine if that piece of cheese was worth giving up his pacifier for, or he was doing a calculation on if he should try to negotiate for two or three cubes instead.

In the end, he traded it for one cube, probably figuring that I was a tough negotiator and that he’d never be able to persuade me to up the offer. Or figuring that I’m putty and would eventually give him the entire pile of cubes if he looked at me cutely enough...which I did.