Jamie's been staying with his grandparents while he's sick and I have to work. He loves his grandparents. He loves going for coffees with his grandparents. They go to the same cafe each time. The owner of the cafe knows them. He knows Jamie.
The owner takes great delight in bringing Jamie a babycinno each time he visits. Because he loves the reaction. As soon as Jamie sees Dave coming, cup in hand, his eyes grow big and round, his lips purse up with delight and an excited "oooooooooooooooooh!!!!" echoes around the room. Ah, there's nothing like childish excitement :).
Yesterday, Jamie had a mouthful of his Grandad's fruit bun in his mouth when the babycinno arrived. A fruit bun that had, until that point, been consumed with relish. Well, nothing beats a babycinno, it would appear. The fruit bun had to make way. Out it came. Each and every last crumb of bun had to be removed from his mouth by eager little fingers, in order to make room for the treat.
You've gotta laugh. I wish I had been there to see it. On second thoughts... I'm glad that I wasn't there to have to clean up mushy remnants ;).