Belong with them
Unsurprisingly, he mostly did it himself, needing minimal help.
When he slapped the book shut, I smiled and said, “Since Mr. Liam, you are done with your homework. I challenge you to a dance competition!”
“A dance competition?” Liam perked up, his eyes wide.
“Yes, a dance competition,” I declared, flashing him my most competitive grin. “The loser has to pick up all the toys you and Jim have scattered around the hall.”
“You are on Ms. Amy,” he chuckled.
We played some nursery rhymes, and the living room became our dance floor. As we grooved to the music, I chuckled. It was clear that this spirited boy had a zest for life.
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