A Moment of Generosity

…but just a moment.  We got out of the van, where Joseph had been eating grapes.  “Can I throw one out for the birds?”  “Sure.”  He tosses one on the snow.  He takes a step, then stops.  “I don’t think birds like grapes…”  He pauses and looks up at me.  “Go ahead,” I say.  He picks it up and pops it in his mouth; continues on.  No sense in wasting a perfectly fine grape, I suppose.