JR came running downstairs hoping his father was in a good mood after his long day of teaching. JR was nervous about asking his father anything, but he really wanted to play with the other kids. When he asked his mother, she told him to ask his father. Sometimes he had to fight harder with her to get what he wanted. She was a little over protective at time, and it annoyed JR, because he thought he could do what the other kids can do.
“How was your day, kids?” Frank said, as he scooped a spoonful of mash potato’s onto his plate.
“I learned how to spell my name, daddy,” JR’s younger brother said. “P e t e r, T u c k e r.”
“That’s great sweetie,” Debbie said. She pointed toward his plate with her fork, “Now eat your peas.”
JR looked at his mom, “Go ahead,”…
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