I was giving him what he wanted as we drove the motorway and both enjoying it.
A coupe with the top off, the wind blowing my hair while I blew something else.
My bum in the air and his lollypop in my mouth.
He had slowed a little to make sure that something that was imminent didn't happen at 110kph,
We were overtaken by a busload of young guys with their noses pressed hard against the glass, cheering us on.
I didn't lose contact but managed to wave to them as they gradually passed us.
If they had been two minutes later they would have seen nothing was spilt or wasted.
It was not the first time and won't be the last one either.