“I think Flynn is sleepy. Let’s take him inside to sleep. He’s yawned several times while playing soccer.”“Sleepy? But Mom hasn’t come back yet.”“Just take him to bed. Why wait for Mom?”“That’s true. Come on, Flynn, let’s go to bed.”She took the sleepy boy by the hand and led him into the house. Flynn’s bag held a bottle of milk. Ruby wondered, a bit puzzled, why, at five, Flynn still used a bottle.“When my little brother was five, he didn’t use a bottle anymore, Flynn,” Ruby said, examining the bottle in her hand before looking at Flynn. She hesitated, not giving it to him right away.“If I don’t use it, I won’t be able to sleep, Ruby. I want milk!” The little boy jumped excitedly, holding out his hands for the bottle.“Alright, alright.” She handed the bottle in her hand to the little boy and took out the playpen mattress from his bag, laying it in the middle of the living room. He drank a little milk and then quickly fell asleep.“Wow, you fall asleep this easily, Flynn
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