My little smartie

Reed (my 6 year old) and I went to a school function tonight. At the end they handed out zip-lock bags with two rolls of smarties candy. On the drive home, he asked "Can I have one?" It was pushing 7:30 pm, and I don't usually allow candy this late.
I made an exception and said " Yes, you can have one."
Continuing to drive, I heard him crunchin' over there in the passenger seat.
(I drive a sports car with only 2 seats, so he has to sit in the front.) I took the fuse to the airbag out, so if we were in an accident, well..it would be safer? (I use to stand on the front seat some 40 years ago, if mom had to stop fast she just stuck her arm in front of me to keep me from projecting through the windshield. Hey, it worked didn't it?, I came out okay!)
Okay, now he's crunchin', and crunchin'..
He's almost eaten the whole package of smarties.
I look over at him and say "We need to practice our communication skills a little more, there's a big difference between 1 piece and 1 package."
"When you ask me next time let me know if your saying 1 piece or 1 package." You have to learn to be more specific honey."
"Okay Mom."
We drive in silence for a while.
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Can I have another one?"
I laugh, look over at him and thank God silently for giving me this loving, intelligent boy.
"Sure, go ahead," I tell him.
He proceeds to unwrap the package of smarties and put them all in his mouth at the same time.
I look over at him, and he smiles at me, his cheeks full of candy, and we both laugh.

We got this communication thing down...