I walked into a bustling kitchen yesterday.
My son was in charge, setting timers, checking flames, breading meat. His buddy even loaded the dishwasher.
It was a parents’ dream.
We grabbed two extra chairs and enjoyed a sitdown meal with family and friends.
The chicken parm was superb, the experience better.
Afterward, as the missus and I cleaned house, the kids did kid stuff.
They played video games, ate ice cream sundaes and watched movies.
We overheard their riotous laughter and smiled.
It was old-timey fun.
Summer is here.