Then you overhear them in the back, and they are each offering him part of their donut. Not because they were told to but because that is the thing they knew to be right. They would only get the donuts themselves if they were allowed to each give some of theirs to him. They would not feel the joy if he had to feel the pain. And so they did. Two donuts, three boys, one overwhelmed Mom with a heart full of pride.
On the good days, I am pretty sure that the world would be better off if it was being run by people under 10.