"Hmm. That's new. I should be doing a lot of good, so if I receive kisses from you, maybe I might get it on the lips," he said, and I playfully pushed him away, making him jerk backwards.
"You wish," I said, sticking out my tongue and going to sit next to my mom.
She was singing along to the cartoon character trying to fix a person's car in an act of goodwill. Cartoon characters can be so unreal; no one is that good enough to go to people's houses to fix things for free. Children believe it, so why should I complain?
I spent some time with my mother before I joined Xander in the kitchen so we could prepare something for dinner. Mom still refers me to her sister, and I kind of feel a little down at times.
Xander was going to attempt cooking my mother's favorite food, but the ingredients
