He made chocolate chip cookies. By himself. He found the recipe, read it through, got out all the ingredients, measured everything, and mixed it all up. Then he put the dough on the cookie sheet, put the sheet in the oven and set the timer. After I took the cookies out, he spatula-ed them to the cooling rack and set up a new batch. While the first batch cooked, he put all the ingredients away and wiped down all the counters. He even let his sister help a little along the way.
In that small, sugar-focused boy I saw a man who would some day be able to take good care of himself.