“Miz Charwie. Mi-wo. Gramma has cake.” Scotty ran into the house laughing ahead of his parents. Careening full speed around the corner into the kitchen, Scotty came face-to-face with Harper and Lucas who sat at the breakfast bar talking to Meg and Joe who were puttering in the kitchen.
“Momma! Daddy! Unca Hawpa! Unca Hawpa!” Harper was startled to have thirty-five pounds of toddler launch himself into a hug around Harper’s legs and climb him like a ladder. Rob strolled into the kitchen just as Harper picked Scotty up, settled him on his hip. “Daddy, is Unca Hawpa.”
Rob laughed. “Good job, buddy. You were so smart to recognize him from his pictures. Come here.” Rob took Scotty from Harper, kissed the top of his head, and set him down on his feet. “Find Momma and ask her to come here, plea
