The BoyPosted: May 26, 2015
“Ryan and Jamie are coming by with the girls,” I informed Mom, who muttered “That’s nice,” her head buried in the latest issue of Good Housekeeping.
“They should be here in about a half an hour,” I said, heading into the kitchen to sneak a taste of the Pork Carnitas Bill had simmering in the crockpot.
“Are they coming today?” she called after me.
“Yes, today,” I yelled back. “They’ll be here soon.”
After a pause to flip the page, she asked, “How many do they have?”
“How many kids? Two,” I replied loudly before blowing on the meat I’d scooped out of the pot.
“And what are their names again?” she shouted.
I slipped the tidbit of hot pork into my mouth, replaced the lid on the crockpot and walked back into the living room. “Olivia and Morgan,” I answered. “Olivia’s four and Morgan’s one.”
“And which ones the boy?” she asked, looking up.
“Neither of them. They’re both girls.”
“No they’re not,” she argued. “One of them is a boy.”
“No, I’m sure Ryan and Jamie would know if they
had a son instead of a daughter.”
“Then who’s got the boy?” she asked.
“Dana and Allen have a girl and a boy. Amber and Jack.”
“So which ones the boy?”
“The one with the boy’s name – Jack. Amber’s a girl.”
“Okay, I knew there was a boy around somewhere. And when will they be here?”
“Ryan and Jamie will be here soon. Dana and Allen are out of town.”
“Okay. And which ones the boy?”