She tried to keep him clean, but James had turned into the voracious dinosaur he was so appropriately dressed up as, messily taking each spoonful and getting oatmeal all over his slightly pudgy cheeks. “It’s not going to disappear, pequeño.”
James seemed to have no conscious sense to slow down, but Mayra was not about to scold him for it. On the contrary, it warmed her heart to see the little boy so happy enjoying his breakfast. In and out the spoon went from his mouth as the contents of the bowl began to disappear. James hadn’t lost any steam by the time the bowl was empty, so she planned to set him loose in the living room when they were done. Noticing how messy his face was, Mayra fetched a clean dishtowel from one of the kitchen drawers and ran it under some lukewarm water