Me and Jacob
eat one biscuit each
just to make sure they taste okay.
They taste better than okay!
So we call the Kindy kids
playing on the monkey bars
and, pretty soon,
there are too many children to count
pleading for a biscuit
and I have no idea what to do,
the kids swarming like ants over a sugar bowl!
Jacob whispers into my ear,
‘Half the size, half a biscuit.’
I give him the tin to hold
while I break each biscuit in half
and hand them
to the giggling kids
who don’t seem to mind sharing.
When all the Infants have
gone back to the playground
and left me and Jacob
with an empty tin,
Jacob grins and says,
‘Do you reckon, if I came over to your place,
you could teach me how to bake them, Cameron?’