“It’s mine,” said Simon.
“You had three,” Silas said. “I had only one.”
“But these are vegan. Mommy baked them for me.”
“No, she made them for the entire family.”
“Last night Julia and you had ice cream. Because of my allergies, I couldn’t eat dessert. The cookie is mine.”
Silas left the kitchen and returned with his secret stash of candy. “Perhaps you’d be interested in a trade.”
“What? Where did you get all that?”
“You don’t need to know.”
“I’m telling mommy. You’re not supposed to have candy.”
Silas pulled out a small package. “Did you want a bag of gummy bears?”
“Those are my favorite.”
“Give me that cookie.”
“Not so fast. You give me the gummy bears, or I will tell mommy you have candy.”
“No you won’t. If you tell mommy, nobody gets the gummy bears.”
“OK. Gummy bears for my last cookie.”
“Deal.”
The boys shook hands and exchanged items before Silas left the room. Seconds later, Mom entered the kitchen.
“Simon,” Mom said. “Didn’t you just eat three cookies? Now you’re eating candy. You’ve just lost your privilege. No dessert for one week.”
“But mommy?”
“You heard me. Go to your room.”
Silas saw his tearful brother enter the bedroom. Reaching underneath his bed, he pulled out a ziplock bag holding the chocolate chip cookie. “Here. Enjoy.”

“Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus,” (Philippians 2:4-5)