"Ah yes, we'll have a chocolate milk for the little boy over there; and an orange juice for me please. Thanks." The brunette mom smiled as she handed the waitress her menu. The petite waitress nodded and received the menu, and then turned to leave.
The young mom looked back at her four year old son, he was drawing non-stop with the crayons the hostess had given him moments before. She chuckled at his serious expression as he drew on the small piece of paper, "Having fun?" She said with enthusiasm. The little boy with vibrant red hair and freckles that peppered across his face grinned broadly and began scribbling more of some unknown picture. "What is it?" The mom asked out of curiosity.
"It's a boat mommy!" He shoved it in front of her face as best he could, proud of his little creation.
"Wow! That is so cool! Make sure you show that to Daddy when he gets home from work." She replied to him with delight.
The waitress returned quite quickly to the table, with only the orange juice in hand. She set it down and began to explain, "Oh Ma'm, I'm so sorry. I should have said something, well, I didnít know at the time. But we are out of chocolate milk. Will he be okay with the regular white milk? Or did you want to order something else?" Her eyes were blue and sparkling with kindness.
"I think so. How's that for you, Billy?" The mother questioned her son; though he really didn't have a choice.
His mouth turned into a frown, "What happened to the cow?"
The mom chuckled curiously, "What? What cow?"
The waitress too leaned in closer to hear his response.
"The cow they get brown milk from, is it all out of brown milk?" His frown became sadder, his red curly hair making his face look all the more cute and innocent.
The mom slowly caught on to what he was saying, although she still wasnít all too sure what he was referring to. "Yeah, Iím sorry Hun. The brown cow just needs some time to relax."
"You mean like vacation?" He asked, his face lightening up.
"Yeah, something like that." His mother smiled and glanced toward the waitress who was giggling at the situation.
"Okay then." He replied. His jaw set firm as if he had just signed a serious document.
"What?" The mom asked surprised at his seriousness.
"I'll have to go with the milk from the white cow. But white milk isn't all that bad..." His face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he continued with his drawing, as if nothing happened.
The waitress burst out in laughter. "Well, okay then! One white milk coming up for the handsome prince!" She patted the little boy's shoulder and turned to leave, winking at the mom who sat with an amazed expression spread across her face.
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