Chase POV:
I took the little champ—Ash—to the bathroom, and from the moment we stepped inside, it was like a floodgate of words opened.
Boy, could he talk.
He was brimming with energy, bouncing between topics like a hyper little storyteller. Most kids his age could barely string a sentence together, but Ash? He was practically a chatterbox, and I found myself genuinely amused. It wasn't often that I found joy in small, mundane moments like this, but this kid was something else.
As he prattled on, I decided to steer the conversation toward something more... informative. "So," I asked casually, "does your mom have a boyfriend?"
Ash giggled, his laugh echoing off the bathroom tiles. "You're silly, Handsome man! Mommy doesn't like boys."
Ash continued, completely oblivious to the shift in my mood. "Mommy says boys are a pain. When they like her, she gives them the look. You know, the scary one. Then they stop talking to her!"
