We were sitting at the park, Abram, Roman and myself. It was a beautiful sunny fall day and I knew it was one of our last hurrahs of lazily laying on the grass and enjoying the scenery. Across the street is my favorite little bakery that Den and I go to on Saturday mornings, and Abram had been drooling over the idea of eating a snickerdoodle all day. So I handed him a floppy one dollar bill and explained to him that he could walk across the road and order himself a cookie out of the bakery case. Excitedly, he agreed. Happily he held tight to the dollar, exaggeratively looked both ways, then sprinted across the street.

This left Roman and I alone. Roman gave me a puzzled glance as if to ask, "Where did Abram go?" Knowing that Roman would be excited to get a small morsel of Abram's oversized snickerdoodle, I smiled assuringly at him. Quickly, Abram was back outside and prancing across the street holding his yellow treasure up in the air squealing, "I got it Mama, and they gave me money back!" He plopped down on the grass and eagerly pinched off a bit for Roman to hold on to.

Relishing this small mommy moment, I opened my mouth and began to coherce Roman into giving me a small nibble. With a sheepish grin he leaned towards me, extended his chubby arm, and opened his mouth as if to say, "Open up Mama." Obediently I did. Slowly and carefully,with as much precision as a ten month old can muster, he placed it gingerly between my teeth. I, with wide eyes, bit down on the sugary baked good. As I hunkered my teeth down I thought that the snickerdoodle felt a bit rubbery. I quickly released my toothy grip to see a shocked expression upon my Roman's cherub face. It was disbelief, which quickly turned to a piercing cry. His eyes quickly darted down to his fat finger as he tried to register what Mama had just done. "SHE BIT ME!", was what the horrified look upon his face said. Mortified I tried to kiss it, but he wanted nothing to do with my jagged lips.All the while, feeling like my greedy desire had caused my baby to lose the innocence of sharing sugary bites with his pleading mama.

Abram said, "What happened Mama? Why is he crying?" I quickly retorted, "I bit him!" Abram looking stunned said, "Why did you do that?" I said, "I was trying to get a bite of his cookie." He said, "Don't you have more money Mama?" I laughed heartily and explained that it was a mistake.