Mom didn't make anything fancy that night – macaroni and cheese, hot dogs and peas. Mom fed Hunter his rice cereal. Dad took Connor and I took Noah....Dad and I had to dice up the hot dogs into toddler bite sized pieces and then try to coax them to eat. The hot dogs were easy, both boys loved them. Connor liked his mac and cheese. Noah was stubborn. I got him to eat more than he wore.The peas were a disaster. Peas ended up on the floor, on the high chair tray, on the table, in Noah's hair and two. "Lucky, I asked for two," said his grandmother handing him another as hestuck it right in his mouth while she cut his pancakes into tiny bites."Told you she's always loved her milk." I love having a baby sister Nana," said Emily taking a fork to hispancakes. "Mom, you have to try for one more baby after my brother comes.Either that or I'm keeping this one." Spppppiitt!"! chocked Timmy cracking up his grandmother and mother asthey quickly patted his back."Ok easy everyone," smiled his. But dare she?She knew that the membership card would soon be reported as lost, so she only had a very small window of opportunity. It had to be now. Pulling the bottom drawer clear of her bedside table, Emily took a small package and placed it on the bed. Hiding it from her parents was paramount. They were nothing if not strait laced, and she didn`t relish the awkward conversation that would ensue if she were confronted with her little purchase. She mentally chastised herself for her cowardice.. “A few,” Mitch acknowledged. “One is swimming the butterfly today, another the breaststroke, and we’ve got a pretty fast freestyler too. The fourth is just here for their relay.”They chatted for a few more minutes, basically just making small talk. Then, what seemed like too soon for Mitch, the whistle blew, signaling everyone should be out of the pool. He said goodbye to Gayla and they went their separate ways, each corralling their own group of swimmers.As she walked away, Mitch couldn’t help.