A TRIVIAL COMPETITION "Mama, I'm fine! I wanna go in now, pleaseeee!" The 5-year old whines loudly. He keeps prying his mother's fingers from his hair as he huffs. "Okay. Okay," His mother chuckles softly, "Did you pack your monster trucks, my handsome?" Charles pouts, his knees bouncing impatiently, "Yes Mama! Russ and his family is in my bag pack, can I go in now?" Mrs. Pulgo smiles softly, a proud flower blooming in her chest as her son kept glancing at his babysitter's house with his knees bobbing eagerly. "Okay, let's go." They walk hand-in-hand till they get to Charlie's doorstep. Mrs. Pulgo raises her hand to ring the doorbell but Charles tugs it back forcefully. "Mama, I wanna ring it!" He hollers as he points to the shiny gold button on the wall. "Go ahead, Charles, but not too hard." Tel
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