Sharing is Such Sweet Sorrow

Listening to the smacking of gum is not enjoyable.  The six year old boy, of course, believed that he was being sneaky.

ME:          "Spit out the gum."

Offender:  "What gum?"

Blank stare from me.

 Offender:  "He has some too."  Pointing at the Dealer.

 As he walked to the trashcan, I mistakenly asked where the gum came from.

Offender:  "He gave it to me." Pointing at the Dealer again.

ME:          "Where did the gum come from?"

Dealer:     "I found it on the playground."

ME:         "You found a pack of gum on the playground?"

Dealer:     "No, just some gum."

ME:         "You mean you found a piece of gum on the playground?  Was it in a wrapper?"

Dealer:     "No, it was all smashed up."

ME:         "Do you mean, in a ball?"

Dealer:     "Yeah."

ME:         "Did you eat it?"
Dealer: :   "No I chewed it.... but I shared it with him."
ME:         "STOP.  Don't tell me anymore.  I am sorry I asked."

True story.  Hopefully they will both get dewormed soon.