Dave and Noah came in the dining room all sweaty from their run. I told them about Kyle pitching tomorrow as I poked at the eggs Grampa made me. He definitely used more than two. This was a lot.
"Stop playing with your food, Jake." Grampa caught me just as he was coming out of the kitchen. I straightened up and started eating again. "What do you boys want to eat? I can make eggs any way you like them."
"I'll just get a bagel later." Dave tried to leave. "I really need to shower. I stink so bad."
"Hold it right there, David." Grampa raised his voice just a little above normal. He also said Dave's full name so he meant business.
Dave froze in his tracks. "What's up, Grampa?"
"I don't want you boys skimping out on breakfast. Your father went to the trouble of stocking up this kitchen with some healthy choices and you kids need to fuel up properly." Grampa lectured.
Noah took a seat next to me and whispered. "Wow. Don't mess with Grampa today, eh?"
