Page 21 of His Last Chase
“Let’s play cars,” Jamie suggested as he funneled through the bucket filled with them. “Look how shiny this one is.”
We each grabbed a handful and raced them around then I took out the building blocks and made walls for us to crash through. Henry wouldgiggle, drive through the blocks then clap his hands and shout, “Again!” This was so much fun, I never wanted it to end.
“All right, boys,” Daddy Timothy came in. “Wow, I guess you tested all the toys today.”
“We did,” Jamie hopped up and ran over to him. “And I gave Chase a prezzie, too.”
“You, my love, are the sweetest boy ever. Get cleaned up, tonight is make your own pizza night. I’ll go start the pizza oven outside.”
Ooohhh, pizza oven.
I wonder if Casey had one, too?
“Yay, pizza!” We cheered and cleaned up but when we got to the kitchen the Daddies weren’t there.
“Yummy pepperonis.” Jamie started nibbling on the toppings they had set out. I was hungry but not enough to get into trouble.
“Where’s your roller thingy? I want my crust thinner.” Henry opened and closed the drawers until he found what he was looking for. “Aha.”
They got to playing around and dough flew all over. I stood back, wanting no part of this and I’d already made up my mind I wasn’t eating any of what they had touched. They were picking pieces up off the floor and rolling them back into the dough they’d messed with.
Jamie and Henry tried to peel the pieces they cut from the countertop. “It’s sticking.”
“We need more flour.” Jamie grabbed the bag and struggled to open it. Not two seconds later it exploded everywhere. “Ut oh.”
This was not good.
“What the actual fuck?” Daddy Timothy yelled as he and Casey stepped back inside.
“Ooohhh, Daddy Casey, Daddy Timothy said a bad word,” Henry tattled.
“Yes, he did, and I don’t blame him.” Casey shook his head. “This will not be an easy clean up.”
“We were only outside for ten minutes. How did this happen?” Timothy said as he stared at Jamie who was on the verge of crying, as was I. “Try not to cry because it will make the flour stick to you even more.”
“Well, since mine is the only one not covered in flour,” Casey stared at me. I was afraid to move but before he could finish his sentence Henry’s Daddies spoke.
“Oh, I’ve got our naughty boy,” Jensen said as he and Mitchell walked in. “Henry, follow me.” His Daddies were not happy.
“I didn’t do it,” I threw my hands up and hollered. “Please don’t punish me.”
“Sweet boy, I don’t believe you did anything wrong,” Casey took my hand, “but let’s go outside and brush you off.”
“Henry,” his Daddy Mitchell said and when he slid Henry’s shirt off a white cloud filled the air, “why did you do this?”
“The-the,” he stuttered, “the dough was sticking to the counter so we got the flour but couldn’t open it. And-and it was so soft, so we played in it, but it tasted nasty.” Henry stuck out his tongue and a white streak ran down the center. “Blech.”
“Jamie, I don’t even know what to say.” Daddy Timothy shook his head. “The kitchen is a mess. The dough was already rolled out so there was nothing for you to do but decorate your pizza. Now, I don’t even know if we can save any of it.”
“Sorry, Daddies,” Henry and Jamie said together as they cried.
“Jamie, how did it get in your ears?” Daddy Timothy asked as he tried to get it out.
“My ear itched.”
“And up your nose?”
“The flour made me sneeze, so I rubbed it.”