Tricks in the Kitchen

Christopher

“About my weight?”

“Yeah. Mom said you could eat all day and not gain any weight.”

I smiled. “Your mom was being kind. She packed me lunches that were very light. I worked out like a dog.”

“But you don’t now,” he reminded me.

I sighed. “I will. I have the treadmill. I’m going to start using it.”

“You said that months ago.”

“But this time I’m serious.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Why? Trying to impress a woman?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. I like feeling good. We could turn one of the rooms into a gym.”

He shrugged. “That’d be cool. I’ll need to start working out to get ready for baseball tryouts. I’ve gotten a little soft.”

“Eat like that all the time and you’ll be a lot softer.”

“Ha. Ha. I’m a growing boy. I need to eat.”

I dumped some flour into a bowl. “You’re growing all right, but you might not be growing upwards.”

He smirked, stuffing another bite into his mouth, clearly not bothered by my comment. I liked that we could tease each other. It had been a long time since we