I set J on the floor of the daycare, watching him saunter away like he owns the place. He carefully balances his bowl of cheerios and banana slices in one hand as he happily approaches a little girl, slightly younger than him, named Jenna.
"Juice!" He exclaims, pointing at her face, then waves and says, "Hi!"
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Hiya Juice, I'm Milk...
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