When we awoke the following morning, we ate breakfast with Dad, Pop, Dion, and Trey. “Becky should be picking up Tristan and Wyatt around 10:00,” I began, “and please make sure the other boys are dressed and have had lunch by the time we get home from work.”
“I’ll do that, and I’ll fix you guys something that you can eat in the SUV,” Trey offered.
“Ok, that will work nicely. You can tell them a little bit about what we’ll be doing; otherwise they might give us a problem about going.”