I am sitting at the computer this lovely morning trying to get some insurance issues solved. Jacob walks in, pushing his shopping cart full of all of the food from his little kitchen. He says “hello! I brought you lunch!” He even hands me a gingham dish towel “in case your hands get dirty from that sandwich.”
“Thank you!” I say, “You’re the best!”
“I am the best food guy!” he chirps, and leaves the room.