I broke one out when I got home, and low and behold, but who should appear? Tommy, of course.
Nope, buddy, no sharing. Maybe a taste when I am done.
Come on - personal space here kid.
I hate being stared at while I eat.... See, Tommy has a minor dairy obsession. I have to eat cereal standing up in the kitchen to keep him from head butting the bowl. Break out the cheese for anything, and he is right there. Ice cream? Sure. Glass of milk?? All over it. Hot chocolate? He can live with that.
After a few bites, I gave up. I figure a taste isn't going to do him any harm.