5 FIRE TIRES
Marty unbuckled his son from the safety seat, congratulating himself on managing to wedge the contraption into the Mustang’s tiny back half.
“Thanks for agreeing to watch Spencer,” Marty said. He hefted the boy into the morning sunlight before settling the squirming kid into the crook of an elbow and turning to his own dad.
“We aren’t putting you out for the weekend?” Denise asked.
“Nothing such,” Grandpa Don said and frowned seriously. “I’m glad to help.”
Spencer spotted his grandpa and punched and kicked against Marty’s constraints.
“Chill, little guy,” Marty said. He placed his son down to the driveway.
Spencer peeled away as soon as his feet touched the ground and only stopped when he was fiercely hugging his grandpa’s legs.
“Noogie time!” Grandpa Don called and ru
