"Do you like teddy grahams Ms. White?" Joey questioned.
I nodded, proceeding to bite the head off of my honey-flavored teddy graham.
"Love them."
"Me too."
"Ms. White, I need more apple juice!"
I glanced over my shoulder at Clarkson, who was leaning back in his seat, tossing a teddy graham in the air, and aiming to catch it in his mouth. He had two legs of the chair on the floor, two legs dangling in the air.
"Clarkson!" I called.
His gaze snapped over to me, startled. He toppled backwards, his legs flailing and his teddy grahams falling to the floor. My hand slapped over my mouth, and I couldn't keep from laughing.
"Ms. White, Clarkson fell!" Joey hissed; his eyes wide.
"I know, I know," I said, through my laughter.
I stood up, sobering up a bit before going ov
