KATHERINE'S POV
Parker ran into the room not when he saw me, but when he saw my pizza. What a sweet and nice son.
Screaming "PIZZA", a word he had now learned to say well, he climbed onto the bed and, after sitting on my lap, began to devour my dinner.
"But ... hey!" Brendan laughed, shocked. "Do you steal your mother's food, kiddo?"
"It's okay" I giggled. “I was already done. You like it?" I asked Parker, who fiercely nodded.
Dad got up, joining Brendan on the door frame; the two exchanged a few words, and then Dad nodded.
"I'm going to see what he wants" he said, walking out. My cousin took his place - and his pizza; what was the problem with the men of this family who stole food from others?
"So" he smiled. "What are we watching tonight, fellas?"
"Spidey" Parker decided; during
