The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows, casting a golden glow over the neatly set breakfast table. Victoria stood by the counter, buttering toast while keeping an eye on Ethan, who was tugging at his shoelaces in frustration. His small brows furrowed, and his tongue peeked out slightly as he concentrated.

“Need help, buddy?” Victoria asked, suppressing a smile.

“No, Mom, I got this!” Ethan declared, determined as ever.

She chuckled and set the plate of toast on the table, taking a seat. “Okay, but don’t blame me if you trip and fall like last time. You still remember how to tuck the laces in, right?”

“Yes, yes! I...