When my son was three or four, he started to use the phrase, “May I have my dessert now, please?”
“My” dessert. Not, “Are we having dessert?” He just assumed that at the end of every dinner, a dessert would surely follow.
Only as he got older did he realize that dessert wasn’t a birthright. That things cost money, food takes time and effort to prepare, and that if you’ve got the luxury of a home, three square meals and dessert, you’re truly blessed indeed.