“Mom, you want this? You can have it!” He holds up a fluffy, blue bunch. Anything but appetizing. I hesitate. “Really, Mom, I don’t mind.” Sugary, sticky, half-eaten yuck. But I see the look on Sammy’s face. He holds a treasure. A valuable offering of sweet little boy love. Acknowledging the gift for what it is, I accept. The sweet, blue sugar melts on my tongue, brings a smile to my face, and cotton candy sweetens my soul as Sammy walks away . . the proud giver of a good thing.