I wiped his hands with the wipe and said, “There. Now Kevin’s all clean.”
He rolled his eyes and I picked him up and carried him to the table.
We said grace and Kevin dove into his salad. “Do you want milk, water, or I still have some of the pedialyte if you want that?”
“Milk, please.”
I poured him a glass of milk and got some water for myself and joined Kevin at the table.
We finished our salads and I asked Kevin if he liked white or dark meat.