“Lick my neck, my back, my puss….”
“Are you insane you fucktard?”
Startled, Luke looked up from where he was mashing avocados for guacamole.
“What?” Luke questioned.
“You can’t sing that around kids! Do you know what that song is even about?” Michael demanded.
“Yeah.” Luke said slowly, “It’s about cats. The one cat is like lick my neck, my pus….”
“Luke shut up!” Michael shouted, “Just shut up! I swear to God you’ve gotten dumber with age!”
“Uncle Michael you dropped somefing!” Ashley cried running over to him.
“What?” he questioned, turning around and looking at the floor.
Clasping her hands behind her back, she waited for him to kneel down infront of him before cupping a hand next to his ear and screaming, “YOUR CHILL!”
“Oh you’re going down little lady!” he cried, “You better get down on your knees and thank the lord that my back is messed up and I can’t ghetto stomp your little head!”
“But I can!” Calum shouted, running up behind Ashley and scooping her up.
“Stop!” Ashley screamed, “Uncle Cal put me down you SOB!”
“Ashley!” I chided, “Don’t make me get the soap.”
“Dude!” she cried, “I’m kind of being like killed dead here!”
“Calum put her down.” Charlie laughed, taking Ashley from her and kissing her cheeks before setting her down.
Poking her tongue out, Ashley ran out of the room.
“That kid cracks me up.” Jess laughed, chopping vegetables at the counter.
“She needs some tough love.” Piper laughed, earning an elbow from Jackie.
“She’s great.” Charlie giggled, “Just a little….”
“Out of control?” Michael suggested.
“Misunderstood?” Luke offered.
“Horrid?” I laughed.
“Guys chill. I acted the same way when I was her age.” Jackie said, from her perch on a chair where she was hanging streams.
“And look how you turned out.” Grace giggled.
“Gaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy.” Harry laughed, coming up behind Jackie and poking her in the sides.
“Harry!” Jackie shrieked, swatting him with a dishrag, “I was holding a knife!”
“A knife is like a sword.” Harry said randomly, dipping his finger in the guacamole.
“Figure that out by yourself did you?” Charlie laughed.
“Vagina means sword sheath in Latin.” Harry continued.
“How do you know that?” Grace demanded.
“I find the female anatomy fascinating.” Harry shrugged, “I don’t like to toss the salad with my breadstick but it’s interesting.”
Rolling her eyes, Jackie turned to watch as Grace stood on tiptoe struggling to reach the ceiling.
“Gracie.” She muttered, “You’re going to fall.”
“You worry too much.” Grace scoffed.
“If you bust your ass I’m not taking care of you.” Jackie warned.
