Jackson: You were such a happy child.
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"Leroy…time for breakfast." His mother had barely finished calling for him before he appeared at the table with his hands folded.
"I read your mind Mommy."
She managed a short laugh before placing the plate in front of him. "You are getting quite good at that you know?" She watched him grin and quickly start do dig in. "Do you want some orange juice?"
"Um, actually, I was hoping I could try coffee like dad has."
Jackson slowly lowered the paper and smiled. "I don't think you'll like the taste son, maybe in a few years."
His mother agreed. "He's right Jethro, it's for grown ups. Helps keep us awake."
Leroy shrugged. "But sometimes I'm tired."
His father had to laugh as he handed him the cup. "Okay but just a sip, it's hot."
The boy took it and slowly tasted it. "Eww yuck Dad…" A grimace covered his face as he handed the cup back to his Father.
"One day you'll think differently Leroy."
He shook his head before looking back at his Mother. "Can I have some orange juice please?"
His mother has already prepared him a glass and set it down. "Here you go. Now finish up everything on that plate…remember, we don't waste food."
"I will mom." He finished off the plate in minutes and took down his orange juice before placing the plate by the sink. "Can I go out and play now?"
"Okay, but stay away from that Chuck fellow…I don't want to have to have another chat with his parents."
He sent her a smile and started out the door. "No problemo…"
"Goodbye son."
Leroy stopped and raced back towards his Father, leaving him with a kiss on the cheek. "Bye Dad."