I’m sitting at the computer, in the middle of writing a blog (not this one) and Tim comes rushing in. I don’t even take my eyes away from the screen until he says “I need to check my email.” I whip around. He knows I’m in the middle of a thought… this better be important!
As I look up at him from my chair, all I see is a big, silver bowl with the end of a spatula sticking out.
“It’s my trade.” Tim says.
I hop right up to take the bowl and give him the seat. He knows I can’t give up a chance to scrape out a bowl with cookie dough. I like it better than the cookies that come out of the oven. I just laughed and started licking the spatula. He couldn’t have traded anything better. And he knew it.