At a restaurant, my nine-year-old son was convinced that the servers’ order station contained a video game console. He wanted to go in there and play on it. Just wait, son. You’ll get to play Adult With A Job soon enough.
My little boy didn’t want to share his new toy with his two-year-old cousin. He gave it to me to hold and keep safe. He said, “I trust you with this because I’ve never seen you spoil anything. Except when you’re cooking.” Wow. Thanks, son!