On a day that involves pumpkin pie and whipped cream I remembered something that happened when one of my nephews was still small, say about three or so. We were babysitting and I was whipping some cream and there was Tim, looking up at me. Looking very hopeful.
“You like whipped cream?”
“Does your mom let you have a beater?”
“Do you want one of these?” (silly question)
“Knock yourself out kid,”
Big smile, messy kid. I made sure to load up that beater before I gave it to him.