The Goren's First Annual Memorial Day Cookout brings some surprises.

CHAPTER TWO: Are Butter Beans in season?

Then There's Molly

The morning brought forth laughter, coming from the Goren living room. Bobby had all three of his precious children in their bouncy chairs … bouncing. They were giggling, he was laughing and Alex was spying. She woke up to that wonderful sound and went down the steps to see how her husband was entertaining the Trips this time. He had them lined up … like an audience … and he was dancing … to the beat of his own drummer of course … and making goofy noises and faces at them. They were quite a captive audience and Alex was in the balcony … so to speak. He started to wiggle his butt and make "raspberries" on the babies' feet. That's when Alex blew her cover. She couldn't contain her laughter any further at the sight of her husband's butt wiggling in the air. He turned to face her.

"See something you like?"

"Actually … I see and hear four something's."

Bobby smiled then grabbed his wife and spun her around their "dance floor."

"I'm glad you're finally up. I have a cookout to plan."

"So my little ones … is it mommy's turn to entertain you?"

Bobby was on his way into the kitchen, but when he heard those words he came back and sat on the floor next to the Trips. He waved his hand at his wife and said … "Go ahead … entertain us mommy."

"I thought you had a cookout to plan?"

"Oh … I do, but if you're gonna entertain … my plans can wait. Go ahead … shake your groove thing, Alex … ah … mommy."

"Okay … ah … Robert Goren … I'm entertaining our children … not you."

"That's fine … not a problem. I've sufficiently worn them out … it's almost time for their morning nap … mine too." He repeatedly raises his eyebrows at Alex.

And then the phone rings.

Very recently, Bobby found a half sister from Mark Ford Brady. He went out to meet her alone … without Alex and the Trips to make sure that she and her family were good people … he fell in love with his nine year old niece, Molly. She had sent pictures of his visit and a letter stating that she hoped to see him again soon. He invited them to New York … when it was convenient for them. Memorial Day week-end was convenient for them … they were coming to the cookout. Bobby was excited to see Molly again.

He hung the phone up and had a huge smile on his face.

"Your sister and her family are coming out to New York this week-end?"

"Yeah … I guess I have to add butter beans to my grocery list."

"What are butter beans, Bobby?"

"Lima beans … Molly likes them."

He walked off into the kitchen to check his supplies and officially start his list. Alex yells from the living room.

"HEY! What about our morning nap?"

"Sorry … too busy. My families coming … I want to make a good impression."

"I was hoping that we could make a good impression on our mattress, Bobby."

"Maybe later … I think I have to go buy a new grill."

"If I buy you a new grill, will it make you hot?"

Bobby came flying out of the kitchen.

"Oh my God, Alex!" He looked … horrified, stricken, concerned … yet … happy?

"What … what's that look?"

"Alex … the last time you wouldn't let me keep my pants on … oh Christ … you were … pregnant!"

"Oh my God … I threw-up this morning. I swear Robert Goren if I am and if there are three more babies in here..."

**THUD!**

"Bobby? … Bobby? … Bobby honey ? … Bobby? …"

I guess my tummy ache rolled over into this chapter! HE HE HE HE HE HE! Thanks for reading ... Judy