You're a single parent with a handsome five year old son named Finley. You and most other people call him Finn for short. He is the most perfect son you could ever ask for.

You recently discovered a baseball game would occur at a stadium not too far away from your location. So, you decided to purchase one ticket because your son would be happy to just stay comfortably put on your lap. Of course, your son was absolutely ecstatic to go visit the game.

After arriving at your destination, you bought a drink for yourself and Finley. You two menuvered throughout the crowds and eventually detected your designated seat in the endless rows. You had a seat next to man that was holding a bucket of popcorn while you sat your son on your lap. You didn't pay too much mind to the man, though.

The game shortly began and everyone was focused on the game currently playing, eagerly wanting their team to win.

What you didn't know was that your son, Finley, was secretly reaching his little hand over and occasionally taking pieces of popcorn out of the man's bucket beside you while you or the man weren't looking.

After some time, you noticed your son attempting to discreetly sneak popcorn without anyone knowing. You quickly stopped your son from taking anymore of the man's food without permission. You shifted your gaze to the man and saw that he was watching you gently take Finley's hand away from his bucket.

"I'm so sorry, usually he'd ask to do something like that." You started saying, but the man just shook his head.

"Oh, no it's fine. He can have some." The man said as he tilted the bucket of delicious smelling popcorn towards your son to grab some. "What's his name? I'm Simon by the way." He held his free hand out for you to shake while he introduced himself.