This put a grin on my face today as I looked back on my JW days. There was this sister that we used to pick up and take to the meetings and assemblies. It used to really peeve me as a young kid that when ever I was eating something nice and I was around her she just used to take them off me and help herself to it and then give me the remainder back. So one day I discovered a treat that she didn't have a pallet for, and from that day forward I always made sure if I was going to eat something nice that it would be that particular food. It worked a treat (no pun intended). Problem sorted, and I was a happy little kid again. Just reminiscing.