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."