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just one sunday morning with the boys...
“A little or a lot?” john asked his 6 year old son. Sam looked up from the picture he was drawling. Sam smiled saying “a lot!” john smiled. He added a huge handful of chocolate chips to the pancake patter. It was a Sunday morning and like always john made pancakes. “Yellow one.” Sam said handing the red crayon to dean. Dean gave Sam the crayon. “Dad, Sam is making you a picture.” Dean said watching Sam color. “Is he?” john asked, flipping some of the pancakes over. “Come help me bud.” John said. Dean got out of his chair and walked over to his dad. John handed the glasses to dean, placing a kiss on the top of his head. “He can’t see it until I finished” Sam said covering the picture. “Ok I won’t look.” John said returning to the stove. “Dean Do you want milk or jouice?”John asked. “Milk.” “Sammy, what about you?” ‘Milk’ john didn’t know why he asked. Sammy wanted everything dean had. “Milk” Sam said changing color’s again. John just smiled. He got Sam and dean settled and then sat down himself. Dean next to Sam, and john at the head of the table. “I finished!” Sam squealed, holding up the picture for john to see. The picture was off the three of them playing in a pile of leaves in the park. “You trying to tell me something Sam?” john asked. “Can we go to the park?” “If you eat all your breakfast. But then we have to go to bobby’s so we can’t stay long.” john said. Both of his boys started to shove food in their face and john laughed. “Not that fast.”
“A little or a lot?” 24 year old Sam looked up from his laptop. “A lot” Sam said. Dean added a handful of chocolate chips to the batter. They were staying at bobby’s and he was still asleep so dean decided to make breakfast. The coffee pot beeped and Sam got up and walked over to the two mugs sitting on the counter. “Sugar, cream?” Sam asked. “Why your so sweet” dean said. Sam shook his head. “No. do you want sugar or cream, jerk?” “No straight black, bitch” dean said putting the pancakes on the table. Sam poured him and dean some coffee and walked back over to the table handing the mug to dean. Both boys dug in. “wow. These are good, dean.” Sam said. “Of course.” Dean smiled. He took another bit and saw that Sam was looking at the head of the table. He knew what Sam was thinking and then he raised his mug. Sam smiled and did the same. “To dad” dean said. Sam nodded and added” to dad”
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sunday morning
