Several years ago, I was showing my SIL and several other relatives the quilt tops I had made. I told them to pick one each and I would finish the quilt and it would be theirs. A niece's daughter, who was 6 or 7 at the time, whispered to her mother, who immediately said "You have to ask." She turned to me and pointed to the only "kid" type quilt I had and sweetly asked if she could have it. I told her she would have to pay me for it, then smiled and said the cost was a kiss and a hug. She flew into my arms and gave me one of the best hugs and biggest kisses I had ever gotten from a child, bar none. She carried that quilt with her the rest of the weekend and, according to her mom, still has it on her bed at home.