Usually, whenever I beg for food or drink, my parents will always give me samples. And, I appreciate that. Especially since I tend to spit things out a lot when I taste something new.
Anyway, my Dad had this big ole' glass of stuff (I think it was ginger ale) and he was "mmm, mmming" as he drank it, so of course I wanted some. But noooo. It didn't matter that I merely wanted to dunk my Cheerio in it. It didn't matter at all, because he kept pulling my hand out of the glass.
So there you have it. Not a drop. Not a spoonful. Not even a teeny weeny nip...
I didn't get mad when my father didn't divvy up with me though. How could I? I was to busy snickering to myself...
