Chow Time
Donovan here. Far be it from me to complain, but I am one of those guys who likes to eat a good meal. Well-balanced. Good-sized portions. That sort of thing.
So it's kind of irritating when Goof Ball (you know who I mean) treats dinner time like a trip to the amusement park. When I sit down to eat, I sit down to eat. No wasted time or motion. Jackson, however, skips around like a pixie, showing everyone the half-eaten chicken nugget in his mouth.
Hey, I like chicken nuggets. I think. Never actually had one. Would like to, but my arms are too short to reach across the table and swipe one.

Laugh now, goof ball. When I get a little bigger, your nuggets are mine...
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Dear Donovan,
I think if you bring a few balls with you to the table, and a hoop, Jackson will want to play with the balls. Bring his bike, too. That would give you the perfect chance to take his dinner. He probably will never miss it, as he will be so involved with playing that he will forget about his nuggets. I think you would like his nuggets-they're pretty good!
8:09 AM
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