“Who's ready for dessert?” Sandy asked, smiling.
“Ooh. Chocolate pudding!” Four-year-old Eli laughed with glee. As soon as his bowl was in front of him, he planted his face in it, laughing as soon as he rose up.
“Eli! What on Earth are you doing?” Sandy turned to her husband. “George! Please talk to our son about his manners.”
“I don't know, Sandy,” George replied. She frowned. George followed Eli's lead, going face-first into the chocolate goodness. Sandy gasped, and Eli squealed with glee.
“Come on, dear. Sometimes you have to act like a kid!”
“Ooh. Chocolate pudding!” Four-year-old Eli laughed with glee. As soon as his bowl was in front of him, he planted his face in it, laughing as soon as he rose up.
“Eli! What on Earth are you doing?” Sandy turned to her husband. “George! Please talk to our son about his manners.”
“I don't know, Sandy,” George replied. She frowned. George followed Eli's lead, going face-first into the chocolate goodness. Sandy gasped, and Eli squealed with glee.
“Come on, dear. Sometimes you have to act like a kid!”
