Aaron"Please leave, already." April shielded her eyes with her hand. "I think I'm gonna vomit," she exaggerated.I grinned. "Bye, Elis," I held my palm up to my six-year-old son, who was happily chewing his cereal. His little ankles were crossed, swinging his legs back and forth under the bar stool. It was a good jump down from where he was sitting. It was awesome watching how he shimmied himself up, belly first on the seat. Such a little climber."Gimmie a high five!" He swung his palm hard, applying maximum effort to create the world’s biggest slap. I accentuated shaking my hand, seeing a proud grin manifest across his lips. "Wow, buddy. That's some muscle you're packing there.""That's because I eat all my broccoli," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "Mom said it'll make
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