“Jules!” My call rang through the hallway, up the stairs, hopefully into my son’s room.
I heard a thud and his door opened, his voice carrying to me in the kitchen, “Yeah mom, I’ll be down in just a minute, I just got out of the shower.”
“We need to go! Your dad has the car packed and ready to go. I made ham sandwiches.”
“Oh! Well in that case, I’ll be right down.” I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
“Yeah, yeah, smart ass, just don’t keep us waiting.” I packed the sandwiches up and put them into the cooler, heading outside to the car, where my husband was fiddling with the radio. I put the cooler in the front seat and comically wiped my brow, sighing. “Hard work isn’t it?”
He looked up at me and chuckled, knowing he and Jules had been the ones doing all of the loading. “Nah, absolute walk in the park.” He flashed me a giant smile and went back to his work.
“Jules said he’d be down in just a minute, is there anything left to grab from inside?”