Canteloupe Love

My daughter loves me, and I thank God for that gift. Renata was eating canteloupe after lunch, and I thought I would take a moment to be pedagogical and pedantic. "I'll teach her to share a little," I said to myself. I pointed at her bowl. "May I have a piece of your melon?" My daughter, who loves me (have I said that yet?), made a great sacrifice for me: she took the piece of melon out of her mouth and put it in my hand. Looks like she's got sharing down.

Or maybe I'm just asking for trouble by saying that.