I looked over at the little boy. He was not wearing a bib. He was maybe five years old and I was ten. Why do I have to wear a bib?
I soon found a bowl in front of me and a cup with a lid. Again I looked over at the little boy, he had a regular cup, but I had one with a lid. Why did I have a sippy cup and he didn’t? I tried to take the lid off, but found my hand slapped again and that same thing said to me in a stern voice. Was that the word “NO”?
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