Thomas beamed at his father’s offer. In his eyes, his dad could do anything. It was probably why the family was so held together and supported like glue - at its foundation, Thomas rationalised, it was held together by Papa’s super strong arms! Though he was strong, he was also study and careful when handling and playing with Thomas, which the boy appreciated. A special favourite of his were the tosses into the vibrant red leaf piles during Autumn, thus establishing it as his favourite season. ‘I bet my father was great at school sports marathons,’ he thought, wishing he was a little bit taller to outrun his classmates. After all, in an elementary school system, the fastest runners were the most popular in school, weren’t they? If only Thomas could bring Perry to the athletics carnival; a thought which caused the child to snicker.<br/><br/>Helping to clean up the remnants of breakfast, Thomas couldn’t help but notice his mother’s rather tense smile, perhaps making him feel a tiny bit worried. Maybe it didn’t mean anything, so he brushed it aside for now - she could just be a little tired and that wasn’t something to worry about. After all, she<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>have to nurse a baby in her belly right now. She’s<span style="font-weight: bold">sweating for two people!</span><br/><br/>Talks of sandwiches sounded great. Thomas felt like something sweeter for lunch, so popped a small jar of deliciously smooth, homemade chocolate spread into the picnic bag with the rest of the fillings. It was something that once you tried, put other brands like Nutella to shame (although Nutella was pretty dang great too), and would even become a requested gift from his friends when he was invited to their birthday parties and such. The Lao and Lowell family were therefore known amongst their school community for being the family that brought great baked goods and farm produce to events such as the school garden fairs.<br/><br/>He pulled out a box of strawberries, along with the melons and yoghurt, which he reckoned would complement the salad nicely, leaving it on the bench for the family to arrange. With the tasks he had in mind completed, he walked over to his parents, patting their entwined hands as though he were solidifying a sand castle. “So what sort’ve sandwiches would you two fancy today?” Eager to get the family going, it showed across his daring smirk.