Always Hungry

Both boys were camped out on my bed around five o’clock. “Chillaxin” as Gus always puts it.

“Hey, Mom, could we have some ‘fud’?” Puck asked. “I’m hungry!”

“Could we have some fud?” Yali repeated.

“Mom,” Puck went on, “I’m in a toast-y mood. Could you make me some toast?”