Acknowledgements:
Omi as always
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Margaret worried about leaving the boys alone while she made a quick run to the supermarket to get a missing ingredient for Charlie's birthday cake, but Donnie had said in his most petulant eleven year old voice, that he didn't need a babysitter thank you very much. Little Charlie just stood by his brother, his little shadow, nodding his head every bit as vehemently.
So she surreptitiously told Mrs. Holyfield across the street to keep an eye on them from her front garden.
She was only gone five minutes, sure she'd come back to them fighting, but the sound that met her ears as she walked in with the dozen eggs was playful laughter.
Relieved, and more than a little surprised, she watched as they bounded into the room together, both sporting huge grins.
She looked around the room, suspicious, but didn't realize what was missing until Charlie opened his mouth and spoke in a helium high squeak.
"Hi, Mom!"