“Mamma, I’m mad”, announced my three-year old.
Coming from him, I knew it could not be a simple statement of fact, or intent– there had to be a catch somewhere. But before I could probe further, he proceeded to explain what he had in mind.
“I’m mad. Now, can I have some salt?”
Flashback! All those dozens of times when he came to me demanding that I give him a spoonful of salt, and I responded, “Are you mad or what? Does anyone eat salt?”
After that bit of irrefutable logic, how could I resist giving him what he wanted?