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BK 2 chapter 3

"Come back here" I yelled after my three years old boy who was running butt-naked around while giggling.

This was what I used to face every day. He didn't like bathing or showering generally.

Always running around when it was time for bathing. I groaned internally, massaging my temple tiredly.

This boy would be the cause of my death. Always giving me exercises to do early in the morning.

"No momma catch me" he grinned cheekily, showing his white pearls of milk teeth before sticking out his tongue.

Oh my goodness, this boy is mischievous. I groaned.

He is more energetic than me, I face-palmmed myself.

"Come here" I ordered softly but he shrugged his shoulder a little, scrunching up his nose.

"Catch me momma" he giggled loudly, sticking out his tongue again.

"Come have your bath" I started gently and stopped running after him to catch my breath.

"Tired already momma" his eyes twinkled with mischief while I shook my head.