It was Sunday, Celia was six, and she wanted an oaty-fruity biscuit.

So she sidled into the lounge-room to Dad, who was folding the washing.

“Hi Dad.”

“Hey sweetie. Want to help me with the socks?”

As Celia folded socks she oh-so-casually mentioned, “Biscuits are yummy, aren’t they Dad?”

“They sure are, darling. What else do you like?”

“Oh. Not much. I like the oaty-fruity ones best.”

“Do you? I like the chocolate ones best, myself. Thanks for the help, Celia.” said Dad, and he walked away with the folded laundry.

Celia frowned and went off to find Mum. Mum was putting up a windchime.

“Mum, do you want a biscuit?”

“No thanks, sweetie, I’m still in the middle of this. That was very thoughtful, though.”

Celia didn’t look thoughtful. She looked mutinous.

“Jessie’s mum makes biscuits every day.” she announced.

“Well, that would be nice,” said Mum, “but I don’t have time. I think the store-bought ones are still very good. Don’t you like them?”

A red-faced Celia replied, “Yes. I like the oaty-fruity ones a LOT.”

“You don’t have to shout, sweetie. I’m glad you like them.”

Celia stormed off, leaving Mum rather confused.

Fifteen minutes later she returned. She opened her mouth a few times then she said it.

“Mum… can I please have a biscuit?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Take two, if you want.”

Celia was six, she had two oaty-fruity biscuits on a Sunday afternoon, and she had learned a valuable lesson. It was a good day.

Mum and Dad loved Celia very much.

But they were busy people, as we all are. Subtle hints and suggestions slid by them unnoticed.

To get the biscuit, you have to ASK for the biscuit.

Are you asking for the things you want… or hoping people will figure it out and give them to you?

If you want to get better at asking for the biscuit, then Cash and Joy Foundations is here for you. It’s both oaty and fruity. Yum.

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