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Mal Fallon was eleven months old when he said his first word. He was sitting in his high chair, throwing bits of corn on the floor as his mother prepared breakfast.
"Malachi, could you stop making a mess?" Angela sighed as she swept up the scattered corn. Her baby boy dumped the bowl on his head to make his point.
Angela put some more corn in the bowl and filled a spill proof cup with milk. Mal scowled and tried to pull the lid off. Finally he gave up and stuck it in his mouth to drink it, a cross look on his chubby face.
"That's better." Angela picked a piece of corn from his hair and threw it away. Mal continued to pout as he drank his milk. "Now don't make a mess."
Angela sat down at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee. "Your daddy should be back any minute." She glanced at the clock. As usual, Jacob was late for dinner.
Mal nodded and put a handful of corn into his mouth, neglecting his spoon. He picked up the sippy cup and tried to pour out the milk, but with no avail. He glared at it and shook it.
Angela smiled in amusement. The door opened, and Jacob walked in, hanging his jacket on the coat rack. "Sorry I'm late."
"You're always late," Angela said softly. "Watch him while I shower." She left the room, and Jacob ruffled his son's hair.
Mal babbled something in infantile language, smashing his hand on a kernel of corn.
"You're gonna need to talk soon, son." Jacob watched as Mal finished his dinner. Mal threw the empty bowl in the floor. Jacob bent to pick it up, and Mal's eyes widened as he yanked the lid off of his cup. To his delight, the milk spilled, splashing onto his high chair tray and dripping on Jacob's head.
Jacob sighed as he grabbed a paper towel. "You little scumbag." He gave his son a gentle playful punch.
"Sumbag," Mal echoed, proud of himself although he had left out the C. It surprised Jacob that an eleven month old could even pronounce the word at all. But when you thought about, the Fallon boys always did have a surprise up their sleeves.
"Guess I'll be blamed for that one, huh?"
Mal grinned cheekily and tried again. "Scumbag!"
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