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dance, sing, and even draw..."

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"What about me?" Mia asked, her cheeks stuffed with remnants of breakfast as she noticed Noah and Nathan reaching an agreement with Micah.She quickly joined the fray, her little chubby hand raised eagerly and vied for attention. "Mia can Micah felt a bit troubled. "I actually can't do any of that!"

Micah could adeptly guide the two boys in academics or physical exercise, yet Mia's interests remained unfamiliar to him.

Mia's little mouth quivered, and her adorable chubby face scrunched up in distress when she looked at Micah with big, sad eyes.

"I can play the piano. Let me teach you," Micah quickly tried to console her.

"Mommy will teach me piano," Mia said, her head drooping and her hand weakly gripping a piece of toast, her appetite waning. "Micah only likes Noah and Nathan, not me..." "That's not true!" Micah, not knowing how to soothe her further, desperately nudged Sadie for help.

Suppressing her laughter, Sadie tenderly coaxed Mia, "Mia, Micah is a boy, and boys usually know boy stuff, right? Mommy is a girl and can teach you whatever you like."

"But the boys in my class can dance, sing, and draw," Mia retorted logically, pouting, displeased with Micah. "Is Micah even worse than the boys in my class?"

Micah was at a loss for words.

"Not as good, not as good!" Coco chimed in, flapping its wings and joining the commotion, seeming to enjoy the spectacle.

"Coco!" Noah scolded, trying to be stern, "No mischief allowed!"

Coco stuck out its tongue and made a face at Noah.

"Humph!" Mia put down her utensils, huffing in annoyance, "Micah is biased, and he only likes boys!"

"No, no, no," Micah quickly countered, flustered, "I really don't know how..."

"One can always learn if they don't know," Mia tilted her head seriously and declared, "Mommy says there's nothing too difficult in this world. If you want to learn, you can definitely do it, especially since you're so smart!" Micah, feeling defeated by Mia's unyielding logic, found himself in a pickle but ultimately resigned, "Alright, I'll learn!"

"Yay, hooray!" Mia cheered, her little chubby hands in the air, delighted, "Starting today, I'll be your teacher, and I'll teach you to sing, dance, and draw every day... You don't have to pay tuition, but you must study hard, or else the teacher will slap your palms!"

Micah sighed, stunned by the cunning of such a little kid who had managed to trap him completely.

In a panic, he covered his face with his hands and cried out to Sadie for help, "Help me!"

Sadie just laughed and raised her hands in a gesture of helplessness.

"Mommy, can you please buy me some paintbrushes and paper today, and some music sheets too? Oh, and a teacher's pointer, because starting today, I'm going to teach Micah..." Mia said to Sadie with a hopeful gleam in her big, grape-like eyes.

"Of course." Sadie nodded with a smile.

"Mia, you can teach, but don't interfere with Micah teaching me martial arts," Nathan quickly reminded Mia, worried that Mia might monopolize Micah's time. "Micah isn't just for you; he's also for me and Noah."

"Alright." Mia nodded, serious for a moment. "I think good things should be shared. So, how should we arrange it?"

Good things? Share?

Micah frowned, puzzled and unsure of what to say. When had he become an object to be divided between the three siblings?