We went to my mom's house one day to hang out with my sister, who was there with her kids. While we were getting ready to head home for lunch, Lani was beginning to feed hers. Isaiah hungrily watched Lani feeding cheese to Caleb. I overheard the conversation from the other room, where I was changing the baby's diaper.
"Lani, did you bring any more of that?"
"No, honey - I only brought enough for my kids. I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going to be here today."
Silently, he watched a little longer. Then, in a persuasive tone, he said, "But Lani... the Bible says you are supposed to help poor people."
Holding back her laughter, she said, "That's true: the Bible does say we are supposed to help poor people." And my soft-hearted sister let the little beggar influence her into breaking off a piece of cheese and giving it to him. I walked in just in time to see him take it with a smile.
"We aren't that poor, Isaiah," I said, laughing.
He must take after his dad, who used to sit outside the video arcade crying until some stranger would hand him money and pat him on the head.