“Don’t you wanna come out and play?” I ask and realize I’m trying to negotiate with a toddler.
“No!” He stands his ground.
The woman releases a frustrated breath, and I can tell she’s not in the mood to crawl under there and grab him.
“Your daddy is waitin’ for us, so you best get your behind out here before I come after you,” she threatens, but Riley doesn’t budge.
“Let me see if I can help,” I say to her softly.
I crawl completely under the table until the tablecloth drops back down, and Riley and I are alone.
“So how old are you?”
He holds up a finger. My guess is he’s closer to two than one, but I smile and nod.
“What’s your favorite color?”
He shrugs.
“Favorite food?”
“Candy!”
I chuckle. “Me too. Well, cake. And ice cream. Really anything that’s sweet and delicious.”
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