The grass is greener...

After nursery yesterday we were sat eating some cheese and biscuits, and John started reaching for Mark's biscuit, making pathetic wimpering noises "please can I have that lovely biscuit, I never get fed, I'm going to fade away" type noises. I hand him a biscuit and he's happy again. "ohh, this is a yummy biscuit, the inevitable starvation is held back for a short while" Shame it's the one I just took from his other hand, and is already half mauled.