Mr. Craig was at the park with his family. 
 He was the family cook and stood at the grill
 cooking the hot dogs while everyone else swam in
 the pool.  The little boy had been standing by the
 tree for a few minutes before Mr. Craig really
 noticed him.

               "Do you need any help?" the boy asked.

               "No, I think I've got it under control!" 
 Mr. Craig chuckled.  Then he noticed the boy's
 dirty t-shirt and ragged pants.  "I might need some
 help eating all of these hot dogs though,"  Mr. Craig
 said.  "I think I may have cooked too many.  Would
 you like one?"

               "Okay," the boy said.  "I wouldn't want you
 to have too many."