Leo's Day of Helping

The morning sun streamed through Leo's bedroom window, painting dancing squares on his bright

red firetruck bedspread. He yawned, stretched, and tumbled onto the floor,

a whirlwind of energy ready to conquer the day. "Mommy! Daddy!" he shouted,

bursting into the kitchen. Mommy was humming, stirring something in a big blue

bowl. Daddy was at the table, wrestling with the newspaper.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Mommy chirped. "Breakfast will be ready soon." Leo,

fueled by imagination, immediately began pretending the kitchen chairs were monster trucks, roaring and crashing

into each other. Mommy sighed gently. "Leo, sweetie, can you help