Requested by:MariaBlodgett
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Error POV
I'm at home with mine son on my lap and for being a 5 year old baby bones he is pretty smart for his age.Terror gets off my lap as he went to the kitchen and then I hear a cry. I run in there to see him somehow on the countertop trying to reach the chocolate chip cookies. I sigh as I say,"Terror you know you have to eat dinner before you can have that snack."
He looks at me with a pout on his face but I grab a cookie then hand it to him. Terror smile brightly as he started to bunch on the cookie as I carried him back to the living room.
