Sadie and Max are playing in the backyard when Sadie has a thought. “We should start a restaurant,” she says.
Max claps his hands and shouts, “Yes!” but then furrows his small brow. He’s not sure what his sister means.
“We’ll need tables,” Sadie continues. “Daddy can cook and Mommy can tell people where to sit.”
Andrea is listening in. “I think I can do more than
that,” she says. She’s defensive about the fact that Kyle does most of the cooking. But Sadie’s right, if they were to open a restaurant, Kyle would be the chef.
Sadie and Max are playing in the backyard when Sadie has a thought. “We should start a restaurant,” she says.
Max claps his hands and shouts, “Yes!” but then furrows his small brow. He’s not sure what his sister means.
“We’ll need tables,” Sadie continues. “Daddy can cook and Mommy can tell people where to sit.”
Andrea is listening in. “I think I can do more than
that,” she says. She’s defensive about the fact that Kyle does most of the cooking. But Sadie’s right, if they were to open a restaurant, Kyle would be the chef.