If necessary, stake your claim by sticking your hand in the frosting first.
7. Say lots of thank-yous.
*[In that post, written in the early morning hours without enough java, I failed to say where I got the poem “Little Boys of Three.” A 91 year-old saint in my church mailed it to me last week, with a note saying she had found it while cleaning out her things. She didn’t know who had written it (I did a Google search and think it may be by a poet from the 1930s/40s named Monty Blandford), but she had held onto it since her own boys were three, and after all these decades passed it on to me.]