A working title

On Friday night Braeden came to spend the night because he was going to Mark's rehearsal with him early Saturday.  He got here around 11:00, after a date.  He and Adam stayed up way too late watching Stranger Things.

Saturday morning, Braeden was dragging.  Mark made him a breakfast burrito.  Braeden ate it and between bites, he said, "Mark, do you want to be a hero?"

Mark said, "I am already a hero."

Braeden said, "Will you go downstairs and get my wallet and keys?"

Mark headed off because he's spent a lifetime doing Braeden's bidding.  We all have.

Braeden moaned, "I stayed up way too late."

Then he looked around the kitchen.  Burrito gone, he was still hungry.

I said, "There are fig bars in the pantry."

He looked at the pantry then back at me.

I looked under the table.  "Yep, you have legs."

He sighed.

I said, "I'm not going to wait on you because of your bad decisions."

Braeden laughed.  "That could be the title of a parenting book."

(Then he got up and got himself a fig bar.)