It came back to haunt me.

So I was sitting on my couch, watching my news, eating a salad and minding my own business when this pesky (but adorable) little boy came running up to me begging for food.
"Bites, please" he signs to me.
Man! He's a cute one - and polite too! His mommy did a good job. She must be very proud. :) Anywho, he was calling me Mom and acting like he knew me or something so I humored him and talked for a minute.
"Are you hungry, little boy?" I asked him sweetly.
"Yeah, Mom." He says.
"Well that's too bad," I tell him. "because I just have a salad and you don't like salad. It has lettuce and tomatoes and gooey dressing and....hey kid, where are you going with my croutons?"
The little stinker plucked my croutons off the top of my salad and took off running. What in the world? He should know that the croutons are my favorite part and the only reason I eat salad! Who does he think he is?!?

Oh yeah, my son. I never should have done that to my poor father as a kid. It's coming back to haunt me.