“RJ, come down and have breakfast.” Mommy called from downstairs.
It was Saturday and I really didn’t want to get out of bed. It was the 4th of July weekend and the annual festivities weren’t going to start for a while. Every year for as long as I could remember; Mommy, Daddy and I went over to Jen and Jethro’s house for their 4th of July BBQ. And that wasn’t until Daddy was done with work.
“RJ, it’s time for breakfast. You better get down here and eat before it gets cold.”
“Ugh.” I moaned loud enough so Mommy could hear me down in the dining room.
“Ryan James Palmer it’s time to get out of bed and have breakfast now.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Ryan James, don’t make me come up there.” Mommy said from the base of the stairs.
“I’m comfy.”
“Ryan James, if I have to call your father just to get you out of bed then it isn’t going to be good.”
With that I got out of bed, had breakfast. The day progressed on; I went along with Mommy to get the various things for her to make for the BBQ later. Once we were done food shopping we headed home and I helped Mommy make the dishes she had decided to make.
Before long we were at the BBQ. I was running around with the other kids. All the Moms and Dads were talking to each other. The older kids that were sandwiched between us younger kids and the eldest three as usual kept to themselves. JD was in the mode of not wanting to leave Dave’s side. Hannah and Leah were the same with their fiancés. Some things never really changed.
