competition in the house

i just got back into town monday night. i was away- visiting cj. it was beautiful there. i will post pics in my next post.
this morning as i cut bread for schoolbound pb&js, henry flipped through the pieces. he picked up my beloved heel. "can i have this for butter?"
me feigning disinterest, "sure".
my heel? i only hope he's going to be the only one to show interest in it. that way i'll have pretty solid dibs on at least one per loaf.