Chapter 7 - The Kitchen
"Hey Dad!" said Jake when he got to the Bistro.
"Hi Jack" said Janet.
"Hey, kiddo!" Jack said to Jake. Jack messed up Jake's hair, again.
"Ugh! I worked hard on my hair! I told you to stop doing that!" Jake went over to one of Jack's frying pans, and put his fingers through his hair. In and up, to make his hair into little spikes.
"I'm sorry, Jake." Jack put his hand out so Jake could shake it.
"Ugh!" Jake walked away, shaking his head. He pulled up his falling jeans.
"The kid loves me," Jack said to Janet. Janet laughed. "Hey Janet." Jack kissed her.
"That's all I get?"
"Oh, I'll get you later!"
Janet laughed. "Ok!"
"So Dad..."
"Wow, a new world record! Twenty-seven second mood swing!" Jack said, cutting off Jake.
"So Dad..." Jake repeated. "What are you making? It smells really good."
"Um... Jacob...your boxers are showing." said Janet, just to make sure he doesn't humiliate himself.
"Yeah, I know. That's the style. Where have you been?"
"In a time capsule, Jacob."
"So Dad... What are you making? It smells really good." Jake repeated.
"Veal parmigiana."
"Mmmmm..."
"It's not for you!"
"I know...just, it smells really good." Jake licked his lips. "Can't I just have a little taste, since it's my birthday, and all..."
"No! I'm going to make you dinner when you get home! Janet, can I talk to you for a second? Jake, don't let that burn!"
"Aye, aye captain!" said Jake, stupidly.
Jack pulled Janet up to his little apartment upstairs.
"Ooh! Is this the 'getting me later' part?" Janet wondered
"No, not yet!" Jack winked. "This is what I wanted to show you." He pulled out Jake's cake. He read what it said out loud. "Happy Birthday Buddy."
"Hey! I like it! You made it, right?"
"Yeah-huh! With my own, tired hands." Jack smiled, proud of his work.
"Ooh! Can't I just have a little taste, since it's Jacob's birthday, and all...?" Janet said, mimicking Jake.
"I see where Jake gets his brains..."
"Well..." she didn't have a comeback, so, she ignored the insult. She knew he didn't mean it... it's just not nice to be made fun of. She was always made fun of. All her life. Her height, her weight... her height. The only place she wasn't made fun of was apartment 201. And that's why she had the best husband in the world. Even if her son was a pain...
"So, where are you going to hide this cake?" Janet asked.
"Right here, in this freezer. This is where I had it before I showed you."
"Oh, I see. And, when are you going to give it to him?"
"When we get home. Do you have his gift?"
"Yep, it's wrapped and in my closet. Ooh! I love birthdays!"
"Not as much as Christmas..."
"I can't argue with that, Jack"
"Hey Dad! I think this veal thing is done!"
"Ok, thanks Jake!"
"Hey Dad!" said Jake when he got to the Bistro.
"Hi Jack" said Janet.
"Hey, kiddo!" Jack said to Jake. Jack messed up Jake's hair, again.
"Ugh! I worked hard on my hair! I told you to stop doing that!" Jake went over to one of Jack's frying pans, and put his fingers through his hair. In and up, to make his hair into little spikes.
"I'm sorry, Jake." Jack put his hand out so Jake could shake it.
"Ugh!" Jake walked away, shaking his head. He pulled up his falling jeans.
"The kid loves me," Jack said to Janet. Janet laughed. "Hey Janet." Jack kissed her.
"That's all I get?"
"Oh, I'll get you later!"
Janet laughed. "Ok!"
"So Dad..."
"Wow, a new world record! Twenty-seven second mood swing!" Jack said, cutting off Jake.
"So Dad..." Jake repeated. "What are you making? It smells really good."
"Um... Jacob...your boxers are showing." said Janet, just to make sure he doesn't humiliate himself.
"Yeah, I know. That's the style. Where have you been?"
"In a time capsule, Jacob."
"So Dad... What are you making? It smells really good." Jake repeated.
"Veal parmigiana."
"Mmmmm..."
"It's not for you!"
"I know...just, it smells really good." Jake licked his lips. "Can't I just have a little taste, since it's my birthday, and all..."
"No! I'm going to make you dinner when you get home! Janet, can I talk to you for a second? Jake, don't let that burn!"
"Aye, aye captain!" said Jake, stupidly.
Jack pulled Janet up to his little apartment upstairs.
"Ooh! Is this the 'getting me later' part?" Janet wondered
"No, not yet!" Jack winked. "This is what I wanted to show you." He pulled out Jake's cake. He read what it said out loud. "Happy Birthday Buddy."
"Hey! I like it! You made it, right?"
"Yeah-huh! With my own, tired hands." Jack smiled, proud of his work.
"Ooh! Can't I just have a little taste, since it's Jacob's birthday, and all...?" Janet said, mimicking Jake.
"I see where Jake gets his brains..."
"Well..." she didn't have a comeback, so, she ignored the insult. She knew he didn't mean it... it's just not nice to be made fun of. She was always made fun of. All her life. Her height, her weight... her height. The only place she wasn't made fun of was apartment 201. And that's why she had the best husband in the world. Even if her son was a pain...
"So, where are you going to hide this cake?" Janet asked.
"Right here, in this freezer. This is where I had it before I showed you."
"Oh, I see. And, when are you going to give it to him?"
"When we get home. Do you have his gift?"
"Yep, it's wrapped and in my closet. Ooh! I love birthdays!"
"Not as much as Christmas..."
"I can't argue with that, Jack"
"Hey Dad! I think this veal thing is done!"
"Ok, thanks Jake!"