Carl looks between us, perplexed.
“Shakespeare, big brother,” Mia verbally jabs him. “Much Ado About Nothing was on while you men we're off doing Lord -knows-what in the boathouse.”
“You're exceptionally annoying. You do know that, don't you?” Carl's eyes flash mischievously. On a whim, he scoops her swiftly over his shoulder and carries her out of the room, with Mia squealing upside down.
Grown siblings, acting like children. “I think they've filled our extended family entertainment quota for the week,” Tricia snorts. “Come on. We're not missing this.” She grabs my hand and drags me toward the kitchen.
Carl and Mia in turn swat one another's behinds. From the breakfast bar, Mark snickers, baby Ava flailing in his arms. Ethan is wide-eyed as Carl deposits his burden in the younger man'
