“I love this time of year.” I said as I looked out our front window. “The forsythia is in full bloom, a hint of green is coming out on the willow trees, robins are running amuck all over the neighbor’s front yards…”

“And bunnies are everywhere!” Alex interrupted me as he came to stand next to me at the window.

“Where?” I scanned the yard but couldn’t see any.

“Turn around.” He took me by the shoulders and slowly spun me around. “The house is full of them!” He laughed.

I looked around the living room and into the dining room. He was absolutely right. “I do like to decorate with bunnies this time of year.” I admitted. “But you have to agree they’re adorable!” I went over to the three foot high white bunny standing in the corner holding a knockoff Faberge’ egg in his paw.

Alex did a head nod towards the bunny. “I think the sunglasses I put on him really helped his whole look.”

I laughed as I adjusted them to sit better on his face. “I have to agree with you on that one.” I went over to the dining room table that had a crystal bowl filled with multi-colored alabaster stone eggs. Picking one up I held it in the palm of my hand admiring the swirls of color. “It’s not just bunnies I like to display this time of year!” I held it out for Alex to see. “I’ve been collecting these since I was a teenager.”

Alex shook his head and started to laugh. “You certainly picked an unusual collection when you were a kid.”

I looked confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Alex took the egg out of my hand and held it up. “Exactly how many of your friends were collecting stone eggs when you were a teenager?”

I had to laugh “Probably none.” I took the egg out of his hand and placed it back in the bowl. “But that doesn’t mean I was weird for collecting them.”

Alex looked surprised. “I never said you were weird. I just said what you collected was unusual, that’s all.”

I looked over at him and sighed. “Now that I think about it most of my friends were reading Teen Beat and Tiger Beat magazines and decorating their wall with the posters they found in them.” I shrugged my shoulders and pointed at the crystal bowl on the dining room table. “While I was collecting alabaster eggs.”

Alex patted me on the shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I also collected wheat pennies and mechanical banks.” I shook my head and looked over at him. “I guess that was a little weird for a teenager.”

“Oh, come on.” He began patting me on the top of my head. “That doesn’t make you weird.”

I sighed again. “I was also making quilts and working with stained glass.”

Alex looked confused. “You were doing all that when you were a teenager?”

I sadly nodded my head.

“Well, it’s a little unusual but I still wouldn’t call it weird.” Alex looked around the living room. “When did you start collecting the bunnies?”

“That wasn’t until you and your brother were little. I wanted to decorate the house for the different seasons for you guys.”

He looked back over at the three foot bunny in the corner and I started to laugh. “You definitely would have thought I was weird if I’d gotten that when I was a teenager!” I said.

“Well,” Alex began slowly nodding his head. “That would have gotten you a maybe.”

I was walking into the kitchen rubbing the sleep from my eyes when my husband Steven looked over at me.

“Morning. How’d you sleep?” He asked as he poured the water into the coffee maker.

“More weird dreams.” I sighed as I went over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “And I’m exhausted.”

“What was this one about?” He took his coffee mug from the cabinet and placed it on the counter.

“I honestly can’t explain it.” I went over and filled the tea kettle with water. “I was fighting with someone I don’t remember who or even what the argument was about. I was late to wherever I was going, and I had forgotten to put on my shoes.” I shook my head and sighed again. “Not sure what that was supposed to teach me.”

Steven laughed. “I don’t think all dreams are there to teach us something.”

I shrugged my shoulders and put the kettle on the stove. “Well, I’d like to think so.”

“Well, maybe that one was telling you to set your alarm for an earlier time and have your shoes by the door so you don’t forget them?” Steven laughed as he watched his cup begin to fill with coffee.

“Very funny.” I sighed again.

Our son Alex came into the kitchen. “What was very funny?” He asked.

“Your Mom had another weird dream.” Steven said as he took a sip of coffee.

“I’m telling you it’s your anxiety.” Alex said as he began making his coffee.

“What do I have to be anxious about?” I asked.

Both Steven and Alex stopped what they’d been doing and gave me surprised looks.

“Okay fine.” I sighed. “I’m an anxious person. I get that. But this dream had me in an argument with a stranger in my own house! I was running late to wherever I was supposed to be and I looked down and saw that I’d forgotten my shoes.” I looked over at Alex. “I couldn’t even get out of the house in this dream.”

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing.” Alex leaned against the counter and took a sip of his coffee.

“Why?” Now I was confused.

“Well, I’m pretty sure if you got a chance to open the front door you’d have seen…”

I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand as I finished the sentence for him. “The office chair waiting for me in the driveway!”

“Exactly!” Alex laughed. “How many times did you dream that one?”

I laughed and looked over at Steven. “That one was popping up almost weekly for a while there.” I shook my head at the memory. “I’d open the front door and see an office chair where my car had been parked. I’d be so mad that my car was switched with an office chair. I had to wheel myself down the street, looking over my shoulder to see where I was going!”

“See? You need to look on the bright side.” Alex shrugged his shoulders. “You haven’t had the office chair dream in a long time.”

“That’s true.” I started to yawn and quickly put my hand over my mouth to cover it. “But I’m still exhausted.” I sighed.

It had been pouring rain overnight for several hours. My husband Steven was away on a trip so I was in charge of checking the basement to see if any water came in.

When I woke up my son Alex was already in the kitchen making coffee. “How’s the basement doing?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t checked it yet.” I reached in the cabinet to get a cup for my tea.

“Really?” Alex looked surprised as he looked out the window. “When it’s raining this hard Dad usually gets up a few times during the night to make sure everything stays dry down there.”

I put my cup on the counter top. “Oh, man. I forgot he did that.” I went to check the basement. Looking through Steven’s office, the laundry room, and pantry I could see no water had come in.

When I came up from the basement Alex was leaned against the counter top sipping from his coffee cup.

“How’s it look down there?” He asked as he put the cup down and took a slice of bread and popped it in the toaster.

“So far so good.” I filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove to heat. “Man, it’s really coming down.” I said as I looked out the window over the sink. “I wonder when it’s going to stop?”

Alex grabbed his phone and checked the weather app. “I looks like it’s got about another hour and then it’s going to tamper off.”

“That’s good.” I went to fix my tea. “Looks like we’re going to make it through another storm with the basement staying dry.”

“Don’t say that!” Alex said as he buttered the toast that had just popped out of the toaster. “You’ll jinx us!”

I had to laugh. “We’ll be fine.”

Just then we heard a loud and constant chirp coming from our back porch.

We both looked out the kitchen window and saw a chipmunk sitting on the arm of our Adirondack chair safely tucked under our porch roof but chirping frantically at the rainy weather.

“He doesn’t look too happy.” I said as looked around the yard. “I wonder what’s got him so upset?”

Alex pointed to the downspout at the side of our house. “I’m pretty sure his house just got flooded.”

I looked over to where he had one of his tunnels and saw it was filled with water. “Oh, the poor little thing.” I looked over at Alex. “What should we do?”

Alex laughed. “What do you mean, ‘what should we do?’”

I pointed to the chipmunk still chirping at the storm. “He’s been flooded out of his house!”

Alex looked confused. “It’s a chipmunk. I’m pretty sure he’s been through this before.”

“But look how upset he is.” I went over to the cabinet where I kept some shelled peanuts for the wildlife and pulled out the bag. “Maybe I should toss some of these out to him?” I was holding up the bag. “Maybe a little treat might make him feel better?” I was headed to the back door.

“Wait! Don’t go out!” Alex said.

I stopped and looked over at him. “Why?”

“Because you’re going to scare him. He’s going to want to run away and he has no place to go.” Alex pointed over to his flooded tunnel.

“Oh, good point.” I looked out the window and held up the bag. “As soon as the rain stops I promise to toss some out for you!”

The chipmunk was still incessantly chirping at the storm.

Alex laughed as he patted me on the shoulder. “I’m sure he’s going to appreciate that when the storm’s finished.”

I shook the bag by the window. “Treats are coming little man!”

I had just gotten back from grocery shopping and was unloading the bags in the kitchen when my son Alex came in to help me.

I took a bottle of shampoo from a bag and was placing it on the counter when I noticed the shampoo’s directions and started to laugh. “Ah… now it’s massage on wet hair to lather. Rinse. Follow up with conditioner.” I put the bottle down, shaking my head. “When I was little the directions on the bottle were, lather, rinse and repeat.”

Alex opened the refrigerator and tossed a bag of carrots in the vegetable bin. “Why would you put shampoo in your hair twice?”

“Because that’s what the bottle said you had to do!” I opened the bag of avocados and placed them on the butcher block.

“That doesn’t make sense.” He grabbed a box of crackers off the counter top and went over to the cabinet. “Didn’t you think your hair was clean the first time?”

“Obviously not! Everyone rinsed and repeated.” I tossed him a loaf of bread to put in the cabinet next to the crackers. “Nobody realized it was the advertising companies trying to get us to use twice as much shampoo then we really needed.” I shrugged my shoulders. “We were all pretty gullible back then.”

Alex started to laugh. “So, what if they’d told you that you needed to pour some down the drain for extra shampoo luck?”

“I’m sure we would have done it!” I laughed. I pulled out the matching bottle of conditioner and placed it next to the shampoo. “Now we just lather and rinse once with shampoo but don’t forget to make sure to use the matching conditioner right after!” I laughed again.

“You really don’t have to use the same brand for each.” He reminded me.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I know. But the matching bottles look better on the shower shelf.”

Alex took the carton of milk and put it on the top shelf in the refrigerator. “Well, that’s what really matters.”

“Exactly.” I handed him a jar of pickles. While he was putting them in the cabinet I took out some onions and yams, placing them next to the avocados on the butcher block.

I was ready to reach in the bag again when I stopped and looked over at Alex. “You know now that I think about it I remember watching commercials for Pop Tarts where they told us they had real fruit filling and were loaded with vitamins and minerals.”

Alex looked surprised. “Pop Tarts?”

I nodded my head. “They told us it was the perfect on-the-go breakfast.”

“And you believed that?”

“Of course! Because that’s what the commercial told us.”

“You know, they’re so bad for you that they’re actually banned in other countries!”

“I know.” I nodded as I scooped up the bottles of shampoo and conditioner. “But they’re still sold here.” I reminded him.

I was headed for my bathroom as I called over my shoulder. “That’s because we were the lather, rinse and repeat generation!”

“Oh, my gosh!” I let out a big sigh. “If I see one more article telling me how delicious bugs taste I’m going to scream!” I tossed the magazine I’d been reading on the couch next to me.

“Hey, I heard they have a nice nutty taste to them.” Alex called from the kitchen. He came around the corner wiping his hands on a towel.

“Where’d you hear that?” He could see the skeptical look on my face.

“On the survivor shows Dad and I watch.” He went back in the kitchen to put the towel away before returning to the living room. “We watched one guy popping ants in his mouth saying it was like eating from a bowl of nuts.”

I shuttered. “That’s disgusting.”

Alex shrugged his shoulders. “Hey, when you’re trying to survive you do what you have to.”

“Okay, I get that. But I’m not out in the woods trying to survive!” I handed him the magazine. “They have a Michelin star chef trying to convince me to start making cookies with cricket flour!”

Alex said down next to me and skimmed over the article. “You know they’re already using ground up crickets in food. They just give it a different name so you’ll never know.”

“WHAT!” I sat up straight. “What are they calling it?”

Alex sat back thinking. “I’m pretty sure they call it acheta powder.”

I got up and went to the kitchen to go through our cabinets. “If they’ve been sneaking that in my food I’m going to scream!” I grabbed a box of crackers and began reading the ingredients.

Alex was right behind me laughing. “It’s mostly in protein powders and energy bars right now.”

“No acheta in this one.” I put the box back and grabbed a box cookies.

“I’m telling you it’s not really that common right now.”

“Not in here either.” I put the cookies back.

Alex patted me on the shoulders. “No one’s going to make you eat bugs.”

“Not yet.” I sighed. “But it’s coming.” I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket. “Okay, so they say it’s got a nutty flavor.” I typed in my next question. “What does cricket flour smell like?”

“Really?” Alex shook his head. “What made you think of that?”

“Because when I buy the live crickets for Max’s bearded dragon they STINK!”

Alex stood next to me when the answer popped up on my phone.

“It says the texture of cricket flour is similar to sand.” I looked over at Alex. “That sounds yummy.” I continued to read. “It’s dark colored about the same shade as dark brown sugar.” I shrugged my shoulders. “That no big deal.” I continued. “Cricket flour smells distinctly nutty, but also a little fishy!” I smacked my phone with the back of my hand. “I knew it!” I looked back at Alex. “Nothing is more delicious than a plate of freshly baked cookie with a slight fishy smell to it!”

Alex couldn’t help but chuckle. “What are you worried about? You haven’t baked cookies in years!”

I thought for a second and had to laugh. “Well now I’m never baking again!” I held up the phone for him to see again.

“Oh, yeah.” He shook his head as he headed down the hall to his room. “That’s the real reason you’re not baking cookies anymore.”

“That’s right!” I called after him. “And I’ll be sticking to that!”

“Oh, my gosh!” I cried. “I think I’ve finally figured it out!” My husband Steven and I had just come home from dinner and I was sitting on the couch listening to my stomach go crazy.

My son Alex came into the room. “What did you figure out?” He asked.

“Why my stomach is always bothering me after I eat.” I heard my stomach gurgle again. “I think it’s the cheese.”

“You think you’re lactose intolerant?”

“It has to be.” I got up to get a glass of water. “I had eggplant rollatini for dinner so, not only does it have mozzarella cheese on it but it’s also filled with ricotta cheese.” I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and called over my shoulder. “I swear within a half an hour of eating it my stomach started to hurt.” I came back into the living room taking small sips of water from my glass. “I can’t believe it.” I sighed. “My stomach was just starting to feel better after the lunch we had.” I sat back down.

“But you made homemade chicken soup.” Alex looked confused. “There wasn’t any cheese in that.”

“No.” I raised my eyebrows. “But I dipped a grilled cheese sandwich in my soup.” I had to laugh. “All these years I’ve been thinking that I just had a nervous stomach. I can’t believe this is the first time it even crossed my mind that I was lactose intolerant!”

“You do eat a lot of cheese.” Alex said.

“I LOVE cheese. Any kind of cheese.” I leaned back against the cushions and sighed. “Grilled cheese, mac and cheese. I put cheese on everything! I’m Bubba from Forrest Gump.” I looked over at Alex. “Only with cheese!”

“You’re just missing the enzyme that helps digest dairy. A lot of people have that.”

I grabbed my phone to do some research. When I found the site I began reading from it. “Okay, it says here that 65 percent of people have a reduced ability to digest lactose after infancy.”

“See.” Alex said. “And yours isn’t even that bad. You didn’t even know you had it.”

“Wait a minute.” I’d scrolled down further. “It says only15 percent of adult Caucasians have it.”

I dropped my phone on the couch and sighed. “Well, isn’t that just magical. I’m in the 15 percent group.”

“You’ll be fine.” Alex got up and was headed down the hall. “I’m in it too.”

“I can’t give up cheese!” I cried.

“You don’t have to.” Alex was back and dropped a box of enzyme supplement next to me on the couch. “Just take these whenever you’re going to have dairy. It’s really no big deal. I’ve been using them for years.”

As I was reading the box Steven walked into the room. “Hey, are you lactose intolerant?” I asked him.

Steven shook his head. “Nope. Never had a problem.”

“Well, aren’t you special.” I grumbled under my breath.

“What?” Steven asked.

“Nothing.” I sighed. “Now I’ve got to carry packets of these around with me.” I held up the box.

“Hey, you could just give up eating cheese.” Alex said.

“NEVER!” I cried as I took a sleeve of pills out of the box and went to go find my purse.

We’d had a big snowstorm a few days earlier but, with the sun out and the temperature above freezing, the snow was beginning to melt.

My son Alex and I were headed to my car, going out to do some errands, when I noticed a small dandelion trying it’s best to push through a patch of snow.

“Oh, I know just how you feel.” I said to the little flower as I took my phone out to snap it’s picture.

“Who are you talking to?” Alex asked as he stood at the passenger door of my car, looking at me over the roof.

“My little dandelion friend over here!” I bent down to get a closer shot of it.

Alex came around to my side of the car. I was just standing back up and held the phone out for

him to see. “What do you think?”

“Wow, a dandelion in February.” He handed me back my phone. “That’s impressive.”

“That’s more than impressive.” I said as I opened my car door and climbed in. I waited for him to get in before I continued. “It gives me hope and makes me feel like I’m not the only one struggling through each day.”

Alex nodded as he put on his seat belt.

“I’m serious!” I snapped my own seat belt into place.“With the last couple of weeks I’ve had I could use a little encouragement from a dandelion. It just showed me that sometimes you just have to keep pushing through!”

Alex started to laugh. “You got all that from a dandelion?”

“Hey, there was a reason that little flower was right next to my car door.” I began backing out of the driveway. “It could have been in the middle of the yard where I wouldn’t have seen it, but it wasn’t.” I put the car in drive and we were on our way. “I honestly feel we’re given signs all the time.” I looked over at Alex. “We just have to be open to seeing them.”

Alex shrugged his shoulders. “I know you’re big on symbolism but sometimes when you see a cardinal in the back yard it might not mean you’re getting a visit from someone who’s passed. It might just mean you filled the bird feeders.”

“Hey!” I laughed. “I filled the feeders days ago! That cardinal I showed you this morning was a sign!”

Alex sighed and patted me on the shoulder. “Of course it was.”

I had to laugh. “I know you’re more pragmatic than I am but I can’t help it. Every time I see something unusual I can’t help but feel it’s trying to tell me something.”

We were stopped at a red light when all of a sudden a small white feather gently floated past the windshield. I looked over at Alex raising my eyebrows. “Well?”

“I’m not saying a word.” He sighed as he shook his head.

“Exactly.” The light turned green and we were back on our way. “By the way remind me to call Toni when we get home. I’m pretty sure that one was for her.”

I was sitting on the couch finishing up a phone call with my sister Liz when my son Alex came into the room. “Okay, so I’ll talk to you later.” I told her. “Have a good night.” While I was hanging up I saw a confused look on his face.

“Why don’t you say ‘love you’ at the end of your call like you do with us?” He asked.

That caught me off guard and had me thinking for a second. “I guess because my family has never been a ‘love you’ or a hugging group of people.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“But you are.” He came and sat at the other end of the couch.

I had to laugh. “That’s because I met your Dad.”

“What do you mean?” He kicked off his shoes, grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and laid down.

“Your Dad comes from a long line of hugging, cheek kissing, saying ‘I love you’ family.” I started to laugh. “I remember when I first brought him home to meet the family, he went up to my sister Donna, ready to give her a big bear hug and she backed up and put her arm up like she was trying to stop someone from assaulting her!”

Alex started to laugh.

“So actually your Dad’s the one who kind of mellowed my family. Now when we see each other we do kind of hug but I don’t think we’ll ever get to the ‘I love you’ place.”

“I feel kind of bad for your family.”

I shook my head. “Don’t. We just weren’t raised like that.” I sat back and thought about it. “Honestly, I never met my Dad’s parents but I know Mom’s parents never said it either.” I shrugged my shoulders again. “Different ways of growing up.”

“So how did you know your parents loved you?” He adjusted a pillow behind his head.

“Well, every time we left the house my Mom’s favorite phrase was ‘Be careful it’s slippery out.’” I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m guessing that was her ‘I love you.’”

“So what was your Dad’s?”

“Well, my Dad came from a family that believed that if there was food on the table and you had a warm bed, that was love.” I had to think for a moment. “But every once in a while he’d pat me on the top of the head when he walked by.” I got up to get a glass of water and as I headed for the kitchen I stopped to adjust the blanket for him and to kiss him on the top of his head. “I love you.”

“Love you, too!” He answered.

When I came back from the kitchen, holding my glass of water, Alex was standing up with his arms out for a hug.

I put my water glass on the coffee table and wrapped my arms around him.

“I’m glad Dad got you used to giving hugs and saying ‘I love you.’”

I gave him an extra squeeze before he gave me three quick pats on my back before letting me go. “Me too.”

“Okay, it’s finally here!” I called from the front door as I dragged the large cardboard box into the house.

I’d ordered my son Max a small dining room table with two chairs for his house.

My son Alex came into the living room. “Do you want me to help you put it together?”

I began ripping the package open. “I think I’ve got this.” I began tugging the pieces from the box.

“All right. Call me if you need any help.” Alex went back to his room.

I sat on the floor surrounded by the furniture pieces, a bag of screws and nuts, and two little metal wrenches. I held up the Allen wrench. “I’ve used you too many times to count!”

I picked up the directions and gave them a quick scan. “Okay, I think I’ve got this.”

I began putting together the first chair. After dropping the Allen wrench several times, misplacing the nuts and screws, and failing to hold the pieces together while I tried to get the screws in place, I dropped everything on the floor. “I’M DONE!” I cried out as I stormed to my bedroom, threw myself on the bed, and began playing solitaire on my phone, waiting until I could calm down and try again.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in my room when I heard someone in the living room.

I got up to check and when I came down the hallway I could see Alex with the unfinished chair up on our dining room table putting it together.

I envied the calm look on his face.

“How do you do that?” I asked.

“Do what?” He was tightening up the last screw before placing the newly finished chair next to the first he’d completed.

“Stay so calm when you put things together?”

“I don’t know.” Alex shrugged his shoulders. “It just doesn’t seem to bother me.”

Just then my husband Steven came into the room and saw Alex putting the furniture together. “Hey, do you need some help?” Steven picked up the directions and began moving nuts and bolts out of his way.

“I’m good.” Alex said as he calmly took the directions from Steven’s hand.

Steven shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, call me if you need me.” He went down the hallway to our bedroom.

I looked at Alex and began to laugh. “Your Dad has less patience putting things together than I do.”

Alex nodded his head and laughed. “That’s for sure.”

I picked up the top of the table. “Can you use some help putting this together?”

He picked up one of the table legs. “Well, that all depends.” He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. “Are you calm enough now?”

“I think so.” I had to laugh. “Besides you’re the one who’s actually putting it together. I’m just planning on being the one who’s holding the pieces for you!”

“I think that’s a perfect plan.”

“I love snow days!” I said as I looked out our front window. The ground was covered in snow with a few flakes still coming down.

“You haven’t had a snow day in years.” My son Alex said as he came into the room.

We both stood at the front window watching our neighbors across the street, with their four little ones, out playing in their front yard. Two of them were building a snowman with Mom while Dad was pulling one on a sled and the last one was steering his remote control car over several moguls he’d built.

“I miss those days.” I sighed as I took a sip of tea.

Alex couldn’t help but laugh. “You hated being out in the snow!”

I began shaking my head. “Oh, I’m not saying I miss having to be out in the snow.” I looked over at him. “I miss you at that age playing in the snow.” I sighed again. “You and your friends would spend hours in our back yard making all kinds of things.”

My husband Steven came into the room. “I’m going out in about an hour to clean off the sidewalk and get the cars cleared off. I just want to finish up a few things at my desk first.”

“No hurry. We’re not going anywhere.” Alex and I were still looking out the window when Steven stopped to watch as our next door neighbors and their three kids were crossing the street to join the others. “Oh, now it’s a party!” I said.

We watched as the two Dad’s tied together some sleds, attached them to a riding lawnmower, and made a small caravan of sleds for the kids be on while one of the Dads drove them around the house with the lawnmower.

I looked over at Steven. “Okay, now that’s clever.”

A snowball fight had broken out with both families. We could hear their laughter as they scooped up handfuls of snow. Some bare patches were now appearing on their front lawn. I looked at our lawn with it’s blanket of pristine snow. Not a footprint anywhere.

“I miss that, too.” I sighed.

“What?” Steven asked.

“Besides a well trodden front lawn I miss a kitchen filled with wet snow pants hanging from the backs of chairs while my kitchen table was filled with kids eating homemade cookies and sipping hot chocolate.”

Alex laughed again. “Those were fun times.”

I put my tea cup down on the coffee table. “Well, I can still make my snow day fun.” I said as I headed for the kitchen.

“What are you going to do?” Steven asked as he followed me.

“I’m going to bake some muffins.” I began pulling out the muffin tin and getting out a mixing bowl.

Alex had followed us. “Didn’t we all decide that we were cutting back on desserts right now?”

I looked over at him. “These aren’t going to be for us.” I said as I pulled a pumpkin muffin mix out of the cabinet. “I’m making these for the kids across the street.” I looked over at Steven. “When they’re done can you take them over for me?”

“Sure.” Steven looked over at Alex then back at me. “But could we at least have one before I do?”

I stopped and did a quick head count of everyone across the street. “Sure. But you two are going to have to split one. Otherwise I’m not going to have enough.”

Alex looked over at Steven before nodding his head. “I’m good with that.”