Cookies

How I know my kids are learning (not being "taught") about compassion, sharing... oh yeah, and fractions:

There were two cookies left in the package on the counter. Mike had gotten them out, but seeing there were only two, didn't take one. Paxton came into the kitchen and immediately said "Ooooooh, can I have a cookie?!" I told him sure, but that there were only two, so there wasn't enough for everyone to have one. He thought about that for a minute, then ran out of the room. He came back half a second later, with Spencer in tow. The both carried pencils and paper, and were seriously discussing how they should divide the two cookies. They worked it all out on paper, while I quietly watched. They eventually came to me with a knife and the two cookies. They asked me to cut one in half and one into quarters. Mike and I could have the halves, they told me, which left a quarter for them and Everett, with one quarter left over. Everett saw my half and wanted that instead of just a quarter, so they traded his quarter and the extra quarter for my half. And we all ate our cookie pieces, and they were good :-)