I gave Lucy a tiny package of Smarties. She shared them with Chelsea and me, and put two on the arm of my chair. "These can be for Opa," she said. "Will you take them home to him?" "Sure," I said.
A couple of minutes later I absent-mindedly ate them.
"Oh no! Those were for Opa!" she cried. She dutifully counted out two more. "Now save these for him. He would really like them."
She was busy coloring, but kept checking on the candy. "Don't eat them, Oma. Take them home for Opa." I reassured her I'd deliver the Smarties and tell him they were a special gift from Lucy.
Finally she decided to put them in my purse for safe-keeping. After a thoughtful minute she retrieved the two now disintegrating pieces, and popped them in her mouth. "I really don't think Opa is hungry," she said.