“Over easy,” giggles Luke.
“What’s so funny?” Matty’s building up to blow. The lava was already rising when I made him wear socks, but it’s the job of a big brother to see that and needle.
Maybe Luke’s not trying to annoy Matty, maybe he’s just being a preteen boy who’s discovered the hilarity of innuendo.
“You’re too young to understand.”
Nope. He’s definitely trying to cause an eruption.
A secondary vent spits at me, “Tell me, Mom!”
Throwing myself in the crater won’t help anyone, and it’s too late to run. All I can do is move glassware away.