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Saturday was another such morning. I could not bear to cook so off we went to Family Restaurant - Kalib, Caleb, Jacob and I. Lavina had to work and Margie did not want to struggle with her crutches.
After we arrived, Kalib strolled in with great confidence. I felt so proud of him.
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He studied the sugar packets, then picked up the salt shaker.
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The table needed salt, so he salted it. Then he picked up a little creamer. I looked down at my menu.
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Suddenly, I felt the creamer that Kalib had just picked up bounce off my forehead. In a state of shock, I looked up just in time to see him pick up the sugar packet that he grips. It was about to bounce off my forehead, too.
My pride only increased. What an arm! What control! What accuracy!
Soon, it will be a baseball that bounces off my head.
I hope I survive.
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Next, Kalib studies literature.
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The food is slow in coming. Kalib grows fussy.
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Dad calms Kalib down. Outside, happy diners, their bellies already stuffed with eggs, laugh their way past.
Kalib ordered a milkshake. He indulges.
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Kalib offers Dad a taste of milkshake. Dad indulges.
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Dad feeds eggs to Kalib.
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Kalib studies some human interaction that takes place outside.
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Kalib and his dad finish before I do. They go outside to play.
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Kalib sees Caleb and runs to the window, places his hand upon it and leaves a palm, finger and thumb print. Caleb places his hand over it.
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Then it is time to go. A bus boy cleans up our table.