I'll Take Care of It

Yali, after successfully navigating the monkey bars at school that afternoon, and not face-planting like yesterday :

“Mom, I have something to tell you. I not hurt my nose! I not hurt my eye! I not hurt my knee!”

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“Mom!” Puck called from my room. “Can I have some milk?”

Yali heard the request and hopped off my lap in the middle of a Mandarin lesson.

“I will take care of it!” he announced. He walked to the fridge. No milk. He found an alternative. I heard him march back to Puck with a package of tortillas and ask loudly, “Puck. Would you like some tortillas? Or not.”