Apple of my eye

Andrew decided to have an apple before heading off to study. Of course, Sam needed a pear to eat while Dad ate his apple.

I asked Sam to share his pear with me.

He told me no.

I asked again.

He told me no. And laughed.

I asked again.

He gave me a huge smile, turned and ran to Andrew--stole his apple--turned back, and ran to offer it to me. With a huge smile on his face.

Oh boy.

After a good laugh, he decided to share. He took a bite, gave me the pear, ran into the hall, told me it was my turn, I took a bite, said it was his turn, he ran back, took a bite, gave me the pear, ran into the hall......

(I feel like I should apologize for my run-on sentences....but I kinda like 'em....Oh, well.)