The other day my parents went out to eat with my sister and her family. They dined outside at a local seafood place, right next to the patio fountain. A lovely evening was had by all.
At the end of dinner, the adults had gotten up from the table and my nieces were playing around the fountain. My dad, who always ends his meal with a toothpick in his mouth, was pleasantly surprised when four-year-old M brought him a toothpick. "Thanks, sweetie," he said. "That's really nice." M also provided her dad with a toothpick. Everyone commented on her thoughtfulness and contentedly picked their respective teeth.
Three days later, I was at my parents' house, enjoying a meal with the extended fam, including sister, brother-in-law and nieces. As dinner drew to a close, my dad turned to M and said, "Hey M, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."
"What is it, Paw-Paw?"
"When you gave me that toothpick the other night at the restaurant, where did you get it?"
"It was on the steps by the fountain."
The moral of this story? Never accept an unwrapped toothpick from a four-year-old. You have NO IDEA where it's been.