Little Jake wanted nothing more in life than his three jam sandwiches a day. He didn’t even care what kind of jam, as long as it was sweet and tasty.
His tongue snaked out of his mouth as stood on the chair trying to reach the lower cabinet shelf. He couldn’t figure out why his mom refused to let him have a sandwich and put the jam out reach.
His fingers brushed against the jar, giving him reason to stretch further. Finding the jar, he edged it toward the edge…
Jake jumped and sat on the chair. “Hi, Mommy.”