(I have to admit that I was reminded of this conversation while I was reading Snarky Bitch this morning. Give credit where credit is due and all that.)
Last week, there was a shortage of O+ blood in our area, and so the Red Cross called Husband and asked him to come in and give. (He gives pretty regularly, but, in this case they called him on exactly the next day he would be eligible to donate - I believe it's 57 days or something like that.)
So, Husband made an appointment for the next day, and he said to Gabe, "after school tomorrow you're going to have to come with me while I give blood, and then we'll pick up Lana."
Gabe: Oh yeah! I love it! (Gabe does a small happy dance around the kitchen)
Lana: What? What give blood? What that mean?
Gabe: Daddy gives the nurse his blood and the nurse gives us OREOS! And NUTTER BUTTERS! As many as I want! I'll get a pack for you, too, Lana.
So, there you go, my son loves it when Husband gives blood for the COOKIES.
Evidently, in Gabe's head, we happily exchange bodily fluids for baked goods.