Sometimes I’d swear I’m going back to grade one to listen and observe on the ward.
There is a delightful fellow (relatively young) who really, really wants his plate served first.
Most of the time he wins but if he does not, there is a sulk and he quietly slips back to his room returning after a long enough time to have saved face.
Anyway, it’s so sweet as his eyes get big and he gets the most pleading, smiling continence. Often he joins us at Wayne’s table and I make a bet with myself if he will win. I really should bet if he’ll ask as he always does:)