Dealing with her Clingy 3-year-old toddler son.

Cooking Breakfast.

On a mostly clear day in a town called Julian Falls, on that day at a house in a shaded, gated, tree-line neighborhood, a 5'7', shoulder length long blonde hair, blue eyes, wearing under-wear, bra, pants, shirt, 30 year old woman named Mary Michelle Wilkes was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, she was the mother of five boys. 

Until her youngest 3'2', short blonde hair, blue eyes, wearing under-wear, pants, shirt, 3-year-old son named Travis Joseph Wilkes walked into the kitchen, he walked toward his mom. 

He tugged on her shirt, until Mary looked at him. 

"Hi Travis", Mary said until Travis put up his little arms to her. 

Mary picked him up and held him in her loving arms, Travis put his little arms around her neck, and his little legs around her waist.

"OK Travis, time to get down so that Mommy can finish cooking breakfast", Mary said as she was about to put Travis down on the floor. 

Until Travis started to whimper and he tightened his grip, Until Mary decided to keep holding on to Travis, another hour later they were having breakfast with her next youngest 6-year-old son named Ronald Kenneth Wilkes, her next oldest 10-year-old son named Ross Issac Wilkes, her next oldest 12-year-old son named Dean Vincent Wilkes, and her Oldest 15-year-old son named Joel Jacob Wilkes.

another hour later, Ronald, Ross, Dean, and Joel went off to school, Mary was doing her household chores with Travis in her arms, She tried to put him down, but he would hold on to her tighter.

"Travis, sweetie, Mommy wants you to get down, OK?", Mary asked. 

"OK, Mommy", Travis answered. 

Mary put him down on the floor. She continued doing her household chores, while Travis was sitting at his table coloring a picture with a piece of paper and some crayons. 

Mary walked into the living room after taking some rugs out to get the dust off of them, she forgot to closed the front living room door of the house.

Until Travis looked outside, he got up from his chair and toddle out of the living room, through the front door.