He was a curious child, a bit precocious, but he knew better than to wander off and get into trouble. He had a decent idea about his boundaries, what not to touch and what not to do. And mama put him at the kitchen table, so he needed to stay there. By the time she got back, he was humming a bit to himself, swinging his legs back and forth idly, and he smiled up at her, patting his shirt once it was on.

"Yes, pwease," he nodded, still smiling up at her before he grabbed a bunch of colored pencils and began to draw.