It’s a weekday evening. Re and I are driving back home. I have made an exception today and given him an entire pack (small of course) of Bourbon biscuits. As he devours them, one by one, I stare lustily. I am not big on chocolate or biscuits, but somehow the “I want to have what he is having” thought crosses my mind.
“Can I have one?,” I ask.
He hands me one, in a rather grand gesture and says, “Take!”
I wolf it down greedily. Greed now takes the better of me.
“How about one more?” I ask, rather meekly.
“You cannot have one more becoz you are big. I am small no, so I can have one more. Then ony I can be stronger and bigger.”
“Then I want to become small also. Can I become small?” Now I want it real bad.
He ponders. “But you can only become big small. You cannot be small small like me.”
I rest my case.