Sucka

9am.

I hear Drew over the monitor and head to his room. I open the door and say in my best I’m-not-a-morning-person-but-I’m-trying voice, “Good morning, Drew!”

“I want BIIIIIIG sucka!”

All day long  this boy wants a sucker. If you deny him the coveted “big sucka,” then he’ll ask for a little one. He’s not too picky. And here’s where it all started…