You and Jack were married and had a son. Your son was three. Today, you and Jack decided to see if your son would share.

You set up three plates. One had two cookies, one had one, and the last had none. You put paper towels over the plates and set them up.

The one with two was in front of your son, the empty in front of Jack, and the one with one in front of you.

Jack picked up your son and placed him in the chair in front of the plate. "Alright, buddy. Lift the napkin off the plate and see how many cookies you have." Jack said with a smile.

As your son lifted the napkin, a childish smile grazed your sons lips. "Two cookies!" He said happily.

You nodded, lifting your napkin. "Oh, I have one." You said, looking at your son.

Jack lifted his napkin, giving a fake pout. "Oh, I have none." Jack said, looking at your guys' son.

Your son looked between you and Jack before bursting into tears, holding up a cookie to Jack. "Daddy doesn't have a cookie...!" He wailed.