“One for me; one for you.” Eric shared out the treats. “Two for me; two for you.” And little brother seemed confused. “Three for me; three for you.” Hungry brother made a grab. “Four for me.”
“Not fair!” And Dad came running.
Eric assured his father he knew how to share. “Jordan’s going through a phase. Not a problem. No worries, Dad.” And he counted again. “One for me, one for you; two for me, two for you…”
But Jordan’s pile increased by ones while Eric’s gained three four and five.
“The rich get richer, Dad. A boy’s gotta learn.”