A New Day!
Dad reports this morning:
Tommy was given his medicine at 6:15 this morning. On his own he wandered into the kitchen at 6:45 for a drink. I had already served out scrambled eggs at that point and suggested that he sit and enjoy some breakfast. He had to get dressed first but instead of getting dressed he sat on his bed until the bus tooted its horn then he rushed to get dressed and ran out the door without food.
I wonder if he’ll spend the $5 he was given for lunch at bowling on breakfast instead?