It was roughly half an hour before I had the burritos all made up, including some for the boys when they returned, keeping them warmed in the oven, not that we would necessarily tell them right away.
It was another half an hour before we heard the boys coming down the hall, “Rian! Walking feet please!” Tristan scolded him in a manner that was firm, but gentle as it carried down the hall.
“Sowwy Daddy.” Rian called back. He sounded closer and I assumed he had run ahead of the others in his excitement.
I heard the door knob wiggle and Kami got up to unlock it and let Rian in. She reached out and scooped him up, shutting and locking the door again just as Brandon got to it, essentially slamming it in his face.
“Oh come on girls! Let us in!”
Mat sniffed the air. “I smell breakfast… Aly! Did you make what I think you made!?” he hollered at the door.
Kami and I were giggling on the other side of it. She carried Rian to the table and set him up with his own smaller burrito, “There’s a
