Travis swung his hands around. "Not touching! Not touching!"
"Mom!" Trent yelled.
Trevor glanced back up his page. "12."
"Ugh," Travis complained as he furiously erased his answer. "I hate math!"
"We're delighted to have them."
Sonja crouched down and hugged her little boy. There just didn't seem to be words that would make this okay for him. So, she just held him and rocked him as he cried.
"Don't worry, I called EMS!" Sandra said.
"Oh thank God!"
"Thank God," Sonja cried in joy. "He's going to make it! Did you hear that Sandra? He's going to make it!"
Maybe if he was less nerdy she would like him more, he thought...
"Aw, come on!" Travis complained. "Why do we hafta go?"
"Yeah? Why do we have to go?" Trent piped in.
"Because being fit is healthy and will prolong your life. Besides! You guys are both getting a little chubby from sitting around eating potato chips!"