Too Much Sugar

While reading the newspaper at our dining room table, Dorathea handed me a toy teacup and saucer. She then poured me imaginary milk from a toy cream pitcher. Then she held up a toy sugar bowl and asked if I would like some sugar. I said, "Yes, thank you," and dipped a tiny toy spoon in the bowl, scooping a couple of times and inserting into my teacup. Dorathea chastised me with a serious face: "That's enough sugar, Daddy."