Classic Owen

So today, I had to yank Owen out of bed from his nap, throw him in the car and hustle him to swim class.  I knew he'd be starving, so I bought him a bag of cookies at the gym.  He ate a few and then we had to save the rest for after class. 

The classic faces of my two boys.

 After class, he's eating his cookies while I get him dressed.  A little boy from his class is also changing and telling his mother that he'd like some cookies too. 

I go around the corner to drop our towels in the hamper and I hear the following conversation:
Owen (sweetly): Would you like some cookies?
Little Boy (also sweetly): Yes, please!

At this point I pause around the corner because I'm so proud that Owen is offering to share, I don't want to interrupt. 

The conversation continues:
Owen: Ok, go down this hallway and out the door.  There's a big machine right there.  Have your mom put in some money and go buy your own!

My jaw drops, I sprint around the corner, apologize, humiliatedly (if it's not a word, it should be) and hurry ourselves right out the door.

Classic Owen!  The kid is one of a kind!