During breakfast, there was no conversation whatsoever between Anne and her two friends in the dining room. Only Christian's chatter showed that there was still life in the house.
"Milk...milk...! I want my chocolate milk, Mommy," Christian screamed loudly, startling Anne, Linda, and Paul.
"Have you finished your meal?" Anne asked softly, smiling at Christian.
"Look!" Christian shows his empty plate excitedly.
Anne chuckled, as did Linda, who ran a hand through Christian's hair.
Paul got up from his chair and approached Christian with a glass filled with Christian's warm chocolate milk. "Good boy! Here's your chocolate milk."
"Thanks, Papa, you are the best!!!" Christian shouted happily, one second after that the child immediately drank the chocolate milk in his hand.
"Christian, do you love Dad?" Paul asked softly.
"Of course, I love Dad, Mom, and Mommy," Christian replied innocently.
