The little guy froze in place for a good while.
Sylvan Cheney strode toward the door, and the little guy hurriedly scampered after him.
This time, Sylvan Cheney was truly taking him to kindergarten.
Chale Cheney's heart leaped with joy.
"Dad, why are you being so nice to baby today?" Chale Cheney sat in the back, next to Sylvan Cheney, happy as could be.
"What do you want to eat for lunch?"
"Lunch... I eat at kindergarten."
"Dad will pick you up."
"Ah..." Chale Cheney's mouth fell open, hardly believing this was Elder Cheney.
Elder Cheney never spoiled him like this; he always turned down requests.
Today was truly a surprise, truly unexpected.
"I want to eat shrimp." Chale Cheney immediately said.
"Is that all you aspire for?" Sylvan laughed, his large hand resting on Chale's fuzzy head.
"Um, this is the tastiest."
"Alright," Sylvan agreed, "I'll pick you up at noon."
"What about the evening? Dad, will you come to pick up baby tonight too?"
"I can."
My goodness...
