Shame?

Tuesday, Dominic and I bought two quarts of strawberries, and a big chunk of white chocolate.

Yesterday, Dominic frequently requested that I make "white glaze" for the strawberries.  As I was not feeling well, I put him off.  In the late afternoon, I finally made a quart of white chocolate drizzled (much easier than covered) strawberries. Then, I proceeded to eat the entire quart without Dominic.  

After Dominic came back upstairs, I told him what I had done and that I would make him some.  I made the other quart.  He helped me.  (Do you think he was worried I would eat them?)  I ate a couple and handed the rest to him, with the admonition that he bring me the rest when he was done.

A little while later, Dominic called from the dining room, "Mom, do you feel shame for eating all those strawberries?"

When I responded in the negative, he replied, "I don't feel any shame, either."

Hmmm, I guess that means he ate all the strawberries.  I suppose that's only fair.  Fortunately, none of the other children like strawberries.