Once back inside the house, Brent and I made some scrambled eggs from the ones we'd taken from the coop. I was already two cups of coffee deep and feeling like a new woman. Smiling across the table at Brent, I play footsie with him, "Hey now, don't tempt me. I fight to win." Brent teases, catching my right foot between both of his; pulling it forward, I fall out of my chair. I squeal and roll out onto the kitchen floor and crawl across it quickly, Brent laughs, and I hear him coming up behind me. "You can run, but you won't make it far!" He belts, gripping me up around my waist and lifting me off the floor. I squeal and kick my legs. "Not fair!" I giggle, going dead weight to throw his balance off. Falling to the floor with me, Brent tickles me relentlessly till tears spring from my eyes.
