One day Lola learned the story of the Little Red Hen in preschool.
She recited the tale, nearly word-for-word, on our walk home.
Then she pulled out a loaf of freshly-baked bread and dove right in.
When I asked her for a bite, she looked at me and said,
"Who will help me eat the bread? No, no said the mommy."
Lesson learned, I suppose.