"Well, this is going to be hard, we've never gone a full night without those little ones," London pointed out, tearing up a bit. "I know, they've been...gone for a minute, and I feel it," Sandra added. Without speaking, Pete and I went to London. "What?" Pete put his hand out, and she took it. We escorted her to my bedroom, sat her down, and shut the door. "What's going on here?" "Aunt London, both Keisha and I think you and our mom want to be moms again, is that true?" She bit down on her bottom. I can't stress enough how much I hate burpees. When I was a kid we called them squat-thrusts. Basically, you squat down and put your hands on the floor. Then you kick your legs out to full extension only to bounce them back up underneath you. You finish by standing quickly, preferably with a hop. Doing that once is easy enough. The problem is that I never know when to breathe while I'm doing them, so I run out of oxygen after about five. I hate them almost as much as I hate being on a. He son signed it without even reading it.After it was signed I told Johnnie to get dressed in jeans and a shirt. She looked at me and went right home. She was no longer going to give her son a free show, nor her husband either when he came to retrieve his son.The following day I took Frankie to the Department of Motor Vehicles and paid for the changeover.Two weekends later he called his mother to say that he was not coming for his visit. I took the phone and told him that he was in fact coming. "But-" "I love your butt," he said. He gave it an affectionate pat, and she giggled. "But I have some plans for us. Trust me?" She nodded happily. "Okay." "Then let's go!" --- Breakfast was delicious, at a place called Benedict's on Belt Line. They had Eggs Benedict, of course. Paul grew less bashful about looking at her neckline, and Beth leaned forward to allow him to enjoy it. They both smiled knowingly, but did not speak of it. As they sat over coffee, Beth spoke shyly: "You make me feel so.