It took all of Bryson’s willpower not to let out a sigh of relief right there on the spot. The day had been fun–it really had–and he’d start grinning immediately if he even thought about the way Colby had looked trying to eat his chopped up hot dog bits and scattering them to the wind, but this? The boom and the bang part? It was too much. “Too loud, Buddy?” he asked, scooping Colby up from Jensen’s arms and bouncing him up and down. “I feel you. Want to go home and sneak into the frosting your momma said we can’t have?”
Jensen sighed exasperatedly at Bryson’s suggestion. “He really shouldn’t be eating frosting, babe!” She said, shaking her head. Technically, at this stage of development, it was totally fine for Colby to have some sweets, but she was simply being a helicopter mother. Colby continued whining, battering his little hands on Bryson’s chest.
