"I wanna be an O'Shea. I think my mommy wouldn't mind. I can ask her when I write my letter." He had no writing skills but he could communicate it in drawing form. He didn't think she cared much so he assumed it was fine.
He came over and peered at the food, his eyes wide and then he grinned a big, wide grin. "Woah, it's a face!"
He sat himself at the table and looked at it a few more times before he started to eat.
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He came over and peered at the food, his eyes wide and then he grinned a big, wide grin. "Woah, it's a face!"
He sat himself at the table and looked at it a few more times before he started to eat.