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I was leaning my shoulder on the entrance of the kitchen and watch Jack's back facing the stove while he was cooking something for breakfast. Cara was sitting at her place of the table while she was busy doing her coloring stuff, her crayons scattered at the dining table while Connor was fastened in his baby seat and chomping and sucking his panda shaped teether while his other hand was gripping his plastic spoon. He was now banging the teether at the table and with his pup talk that he can only understand.
"Cara, you should transfer your crayons. We're having breakfast after a minute." Jack said as he places a plate of sunny side up eggs, shoving the scattered crayons to Cara's side. "Can you please call your dad?"
I cleared my throat catching Jack's attention and he smiled a
