CONNOR
“Buddy!” I grinned as Alex passed me my little boy. He’d just gotten him from Robert and was bringing him home to Lily when we’d crossed paths, both directed home. “Did you have fun with your grandpa?”
“Yes! Look daddy twuck!” he exclaimed, showing me the plastic truck his grandfather had given him.
“Well, that is a fine truck indeed,” I commented. “Carries up to a hundred tons of sand! Ready to go to Mommy?”
Evan nodded. “Can we pizza?”
“We had it yesterday, kiddo. We can’t have pizza every day”.
Though, if your mother has cooked, we might have to order one.
To be fair, if Lily had cooked, the whole pack house would be up in flames … but that was a story for another day.
I hoisted him up on my shoulders, letting him run his truck on my head while Alex briefed me on his
