I had one Valentine's chocolate left, which our daughter wanted while I was preparing lunch today.
I explained that it was mine, but I would share half with her. She watched me use a knife to split the chocolate. I turned around to put the caramel-y knife in the sink, and when I turned back, both pieces of chocolate were in her mouth. It really wasn't a huge deal, but I talked to her about how I felt disappointed.
A few minutes later - while we were eating lunch - she apologized. Then she broke her piece of broccoli in half and gave me a piece. I kind of appreciated the gesture.
