“I don’t want this one,” Jared said, holding the sugary, green gummy worm in his outstretched fingers. “Can we put it back in the bag?”
“No!” We chorused together. I clutched the bag, protecting the unsoiled gummies, and took a step backward out of the train compartment.
“Do you want it?” Jared asked our companion sitting next to him. She shook her head apologetically.
“Just eat it,” Aijalon told him, encouragingly nodding him on.
“I just can’t,” Jared said. “Sorry guys.”
We had reached a stale-mate. So I held out my hand, cupping my fingers slightly, and motioned for the little guy.
“Give him here, Jared. We’ll plant him.”