t was Thanksgiving Day and Dad, Toby and me were watching football on television while Mom fixed the dinner. Just three guys enjoying the day and I was nit at the back of the head!
“Hey, doofus!” Toby said to me. “Go get Dad and me some Cokes.”
“Da-ad!” I complained, the typical to take when
You’re ten and your brother is fifteen, nearly sixteen, and Dad is sitting right there beside you on the other side.
Dad said, “Toby, don’t hit your brother and don’t call him names. Jake, it is your turn to get the Cokes.”
“AW,Dad”
“Yeah, sogo get them.” Toby chipped in.