Sweet surrender

For the last month or so, Evan has been giving me his last bite. I don't mean his last bite of broccoli or mac-n-cheese. He gives me the last bite of a highly coveted sweet snack-- Teddy Grahams, M&Ms and the like. And he won't accept me giving it back to him; he insists that I eat it. It's such a sweet little token of affection. And since I'm doomed to forget most details of my kids' life (hereditary trait, what can you do?), I had to record it on the blog.