Pass!

I ride the bus every morning to work. There's a young mother and her son who ride with me. Today, the darling 4-year-old boy extends his palm out to me and squeals, 'Pass!' Naturally, I collect the nonexistent object from his hand, and, of course, pass it to the woman to my right, who then tosses it back to the little boy across from us. Who knew such little hands held such great influence?