When the laughter finally faded, Sienna gently pinched his cheek.
"Alright then, Mr. Sweet Boy. What would you like to drink? Juice? Milk? Something else?"
Skylar thought about it for exactly one second.
"Ice cream."
Sienna stared at him in disbelief. "Young man, that isn't a drink."
He nodded solemnly. "I know, but it will melt in my mouth and become liquid. So it's a drink."
She couldn't help laughing. "That's not how this works."
"It sounds like it should work."
Shaking her head, she finally gave in. "Alright, ice cream first, then a proper drink."
Skylar immediately raised both arms in victory. "Thank you, Mommy..."
'Goodness, this little man... he sounded just like his father.' The thought made Sienna's heart melt all over again.
Unable to hide her amused smile, she stood and walked toward the fridge while Skylar happily followed behind her, already talking nonstop about which flavor he wanted.
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