Speaking of which, Jon's little brother Mikey came walking down the stairs and into the living room. He was dressed in what Jon could only describe as a child's size of what his mom usually wore: a white blouse and a pair of capri pants.
"Mother, please. Don't watch so close. Scooch back some more," he told Jon's mom. Then he turned to Jon. "Hi, Jon. How was your day?"
"Uh ... okay."
"Mom, I mean it! Scoot yourself back."
His mom whined. "Oh, okay." She moved back about a foot, then continued watching her cartoon.
"I'm just gonna make hot dogs tonight. Is that okay?" Mikey asked Jon.
"Uh ... sure." Mikey had never made anything before. And it was weird to hear him say that he wanted to.
Mikey walked into the kitchen to make dinner, as Jon sat on the couch watching his mother watch her cartoons.
