Delayed Gratification

My son possesses an admirable amount of self-restraint. This evening, for example, he asked for one marshmallow for dessert.* When he realized that he was about to eat the very last marshmallow in the bag, he made an interesting choice.

After consuming two-thirds of the puffed sugar cylinder, he stopped. "I want to save the rest for tomorrow," he said, handing me the sticky white mass. "For after breakfast."

You are a fascinating little boy, Rowan. And we love that about you.

*In case you're wondering: Yes, my son would almost certainly choose a Market Pantry marshmallow over a homemade dessert.