At this moment, Mrs. Smith opened the chicken soup. While Emma seemed fine, Thomas eyed the soup, smacked his lips, and wanted some.
Seeing the little guy's reaction, Robert Thomson chuckled and patted his head, "Did you brush your teeth?"
Thomas spoke timidly, "I brushed them at home."
"What about your hands? Wash them, then come and have breakfast."
"Mm-hmm!" Thomas nodded, jumped off Robert's lap, and bounced to the bathroom to wash his hands.
However, Mrs. Smith, in her haste, had only prepared two bowls, though there were several small spoons.
Seeing Thomas finish washing his left hand, Robert Thompson took the two big chicken legs from the soup and put them all in a small bowl for him, giving him a small spoon and a small stool: "Okay, come on, eat."
Thomas looked at the bowl, then at his mom, and finally said, "Mom, have a chicken leg too!"
