When Lloyd is sick, I find it in my cold, dead heart to be kind enough to him to bring him medicine. Sometime last spring I brought him a pill with a small glass of water half-full, and of course he drank all the water. With his next dose, I gave him a fairly full glass of water, and was surprised that he drank it all. I didn’t say anything, though.
Without his knowing, I started to bring him larger glasses with progressively more water, and each time he drank the whole thing – without comment.
He caught on when I brought out the Big Gulp-style cup that was filled to the brim.
Lloyd: Wait a minute……
Me: Do you realize you always drink all the water?
Lloyd: Of course I do! That’s what you’re supposed to do!
Me: What if I brought you a bucket?
Lloyd: We’ll see….