Chase had heeded his father’s encouraging words and worked hard to get his balance and hand skills up to par. He wanted to be ready to keep up with the other kids when he started preschool. He couldn’t wait to sit with other kids and color, eat lunch together, and do all sorts of fun activities all day.
His reverie was interrupted by a click. A drink cup was on the dinner table in front of him, filled to the brim with chocolate milk. Chase gazed longingly at the cup, mouth watering, and remembered his manners. “Thank you, mommy!”, he said with a grin, then reached forward and seized the cup with both hands.
Chase brought it to his lips slowly, glancing sideways briefly at his mother beaming at him. He was glad that she seemed proud of him. He tipped the cup...
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