Two Year Later
“I don’t know, Jake, they look like they might be burning.”
Jake picked up his son, threw him into the air, then caught him. “What do you think, Ian? You think auntie’s burning our lunch?” The little boy giggled as Jake continued to toss him.
“Watch,” Dave told his brother with an elbow nudge. The two men were witnesses to Kathy attempting to roll a hot dog on their new grill. First she tried picking it up with the tongs, then she tried rolling it, which only succeeded in sending the frank off the grill and into the grass for the dog to eat.
“Damn it,” Kathy scowled.
Dave cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “Nice try, honey.”
She turned to him and waved the tongs with menace. “I don’t care how many years it takes, I’m going to get this grilling thing down.”
“In the meantime, the twins really need to eat.” Sophie picked up her daughter who had waddled over. “Right, Tabitha?”
The little girl shook her head up and down. “Yes!” she shouted.
“Not fair, Sophie. That’s all she can say.” Kathy went back to rolling her hot dogs and then attempted to flip a burger. “Why do they always have to stick to the grill?”
“Watch this,” Dave told his brother with a wink. “Honey, why don’t you let me take over?” Dave walked to her and placed a hand on Kathy’s large, rounded tummy. “You’re having a hard time reaching is all.”
“Are you saying I’m fat? You better not be saying I’m fat, David Arthur Sanders.” Kathy pressed her lips together to keep from grinning.
“I’m saying it might be too hot for the little guy.” He took the grilling utensil away from her.
“No, you’re not. You’re making fun of me.”
“Never,” he said with a smile. “I love you too much for that.”
THE END