I'd only brought one container of those puffs for this trip. They were Tommy's favorite.
I stopped her immediately. "Those are for Tommy. There's only one container. Don't touch them."
Bernice rolled her eyes. "It's just a kid having a snack. Do you really have to be this stingy?"
"Daisy can have something else. I'll buy her the same ones later. There are other snacks and fruit in the bag."
Daisy's lip quivered. Then she burst into tears, kicking her feet against the seat back.
"I want these! I want these!"
Bernice cooed at her daughter while tearing the package open. "It's one little box of crackers, Astrid. You're really going to die on this hill?"
She yanked too hard. Puffs spilled everywhere, crumbs scattering across the seats and floor.
She handed what was left in the container to Daisy and scooped the ones off the seat cushion into her own palm, popping them into her mouth.
"Mmm, I'll give it to the imported stuff. These are good."
She finished the puffs and went back for the rest of the snacks and fruit, helping herself to everything.
Daisy's fingers were smeared with grease and juice. She wiped them all over Tommy's comfort bear, streaking the soft fabric with sticky residue.