You alright, Mom?
Me? Oh, yes. Never better. Ah. What did you put down here anyway, a roller skate?
No. Just better. Mrs. Wilbur and I made cookies.
Ah, that explains it. Come have some eggs.
I can't. I gotta go mail something. But I made the beds and put away the twins' toys.
Thanks, sweetheart. You didn't have to do that.
I don't mind.

