Brett gets home from his meeting after church.
i continue to sit at the table
Brett rifles through mom's Primary treat basket.
I listen to the rustling of plastic wrappers in his hands and watch him out of the corner of my eye when he says,
"I'm going to eat one of your babies..."
i pause...
He chuckles and i remember that i saw some Baby Ruth's in the mix.
isn't he witty?
