“Well, if your mom says it’s okay, you can have a few, but only if you take your medicine.” I set him down on the floor and hold the bag out of his reach. “I will. I promise!” Jack and I both look at Eden at the same time, waiting for her approval. “Mom?” I plead, holding back a laugh. “Please,” Jack begs with his hands clasped together. With a smirk, she relents. “One small bowl, and you have to take your medicine at three.”
