Mayra put the bowl of oatmeal with banana slices on the tray. Knowing how little ones didn’t always like the taste of oatmeal, she swirled in some brown sugar to make it sweet for the little boy. Dipping the choo-choo train spoon into the mixture, she took out a healthy serving and swirled it around in front of him. “Choo-choo,” she imitated the sound a train makes, softly and lovingly. “Choo-choo, pequeño. The train is heading your way with a big delivery of yummies for your tummy. Can you open up the tunnel and let it through?”
She chugga-chugga’d and choo-choo’d bring the train closer to James’s lips, never once giving the impression she was forcing it upon him. She would keep doing this until James opened his mouth of his own accord, which she had a feeling would not be all that long.