MAYBE IT IS MY FAULT

The dinner started, and everyone had a happy dinner. The most excited one on the table was Gavriel. He kept asking the Butler or the helpers to keep serving him almost every dish.

And by the end of the meal, his tummy had turned into a little balloon.

He leaned back on the chair, rubbing his filled stomach in circles and said, "It was so yummy. But I can hardly move now. I had so much."

Dove pressed her lips in a straight line, looking at her son before she chided him gently, "Why do you have to eat so much, if now it is hurting?"

To to his mother's question, Gavi just stuck his little tongue out and said, "But mamma, it was all so yummy. I couldn't control myself!"

Dove shook her head mildly looking at her naughty son and said, "Sometimes seeing you eat so much makes me wonder if I am starving you."