"But what did you bring us, Daddy? What do we get, this time?" They clung to him like monkeys, making Daddy hold them, pet them, love them.
"How 'bout some chewing gum, Bobby Boy?" asked Daddy.
"Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Is it the pink kind, Daddy? Is it?"
"Are you picky? I could take it back," he threatened playfully, peeling Bobby off his right thigh.
"Noooo. No, Daddy! Please," they pleaded. Dad passed out the gum. Bobby bolted for the kitchen door, his hands unwashed. "Look, mommy! Look what I got! Look what MY Daddy got for ME!"