This afternoon, Lydia and I stopped at the grocery store after I picked her up from spending the night at a friend’s house. The bakery had a special on saffron buns, so I picked out four, and Lydia chose a glazed doughnut for herself. An hour or so after we’d eaten them, Tage came in and asked for another.

“There aren’t any left,” I told him. “There was one for each of us, and we ate them all.”

Lydia, her keen moral sense injured, turned quickly from the computer to confront me. “I didn’t get one!”

“You don’t like saffron buns, so you got a doughnut instead,” I reminded her.

“Oh yeah,” she said, shrugging and turning back to the screen.