"I think I deserve a cookie," Adam said to his mom.
Mom, washing dishes after dinner, turned and peered at Adam through tousled hair. Strands of hair hung limply out of a loose ponytail. Heat and humidity reflected on her face.
"You didn't do your homework, put away your clothes or pick up the toys in the playroom. So what have you done to deserve the cookie?"
Adam folded his chubby hands on the table. His face wrinkled in concentration as he looked at her and began tapping one chubby finger on the table, inches away from the blue plate heaped with homemade chocolate chip cookies.
"I ate ALL of my dinner!" he said smiling.
"Adam?"
"Yes, Mommy?"
"Go start your homework."
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