Scene: I just got home from work and sat down with one of my favourite snacks - mozzerella cheese and digestive cookies.
Jagger: Can I have a cheese and cracker?
Me: They're not crackers, they're digestive cookies.
Jagger: Oh, okay. Can I just have some cheese? (Begins to reach for a piece of cheese...)
Me: No, that'll throw off the whole ratio!
Jagger: Grumble, grumble.
Scene: A weird in-between time, do we want lunch, do we want a snack...you know how it goes. I get up to get a snack.
Jagger: Can you get me an apple? I don't really want lunch.
I go out to the kitchen and make us each a plate with apples, cheese, digestive cookies (for me) and some pepperettes and come back out with Jagger's plate.
Me: Here you go, honey.
Jagger: Looks at his plate with surprise. Aw, you cut up my apple! And - oh! There's a whole snacky plate here! Oh, honey, I love you.
Me: Yeah, I love you too.
See? It's not all bad.