At the supermarket today I passed a mother with a shopping list and a small boy of maybe about seven or eight.
"You know how I used to be a baddie?" said the boy.
His mother looked briefly startled and then returned to concentrating on her list. "Mmm."
"Well, I'm a goodie now."
"That's nice. Now... bread ..."
"So can I have chocolate?"
(And you thought virtue was its own reward.)
Which somehow made me remember the lovely Polish young man at our local shop where I buy a morning paper. He's always cheerful even though he's been sorting newspapers and unloading bread since six o'clock in the morning and this clearly puts his customers in a good mood - people leave the shop smiling. When he started, about two years ago, he had very little English, but now he talks fluently with a fine Scottish/Polish accent.
Before Christmas, I saw him putting out a box of Cadbury's Creme (Easter) eggs.
"So it's Easter, is it?" I enquired pompously.
He beamed his lovely smile, waved a hand dramatically over the box and without missing a beat said, "Chrrrrreeeeestmas eggs!"