Alpha Thomas
"Thank you so much, Mr. Thomas. I love her. I'm going to play with her right now."
Aiden is still engrossed in unwrapping his gift.
“Need a hand?” Thomas offers, and Aiden playfully rolls his eyes.
I turn to them, stifling a chuckle with my hand.
“No, I prefer to take my time,” Aiden explains, carefully peeling off another layer of wrapping paper. “Wow.” He's amazed. His mouth forms a small 'O' as he lifts his new remote-controlled car. It's sleek black with blue racing stripes, and the tires are massive.