Scott laid out the red and white, checkered pattern table cloth. Mitch waddled over with Alex, their 3 year old girl, and handed her to Scott.
"Dada?" She pulled on his collar.
"Yes, honey?" Scott asked.
"C'n we go get ice 'cream la'er?" She smiled.
"Maybe.." Scott teased and booped her nose.
"What'd ya mean, maybee?" Alex squealed.
"Well, if you eat all you food, then we can go," Scott said as he sat down.
"M'kay! Mommy! Dadda said dat we could go 'n get sum ice 'cream if I can eat all my foods!" Alex yelled as she ran into Mitch's waiting arms.
"That's great! You better eat all your food then," Mitch smiled.
"M'kay! Let's go!" Alex giggled as she picked up a small ham sandwich.
