Even though he was quite tall now, easily a good half a head taller than his mother, he did not hesitate to bend down and affectionately nuzzle his head into her embrace like a little child. It was just that the moment his footsteps headed towards the door, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks as if he had remembered something crucial: "Let me take these crabs out to a cool spot to keep them alive first, or else they will lose their flavor if they die."
Mrs. Thelma waved her hand, snatching the basket away: "Leave that there for me to handle. I can take care of these trivial chores. You just focus on taking a quick bath so you can yield the bathroom to Wyatt. He has been traversing the forest all day and must be exhausted."
