100 words exactly!!!


"Hey, kiddo. What'cha doing?"

John smiled as he watched his youngest son drag Dean's school backpack across the floor. Dean was in the bathroom cleaning up. John was taking them out to eat for Dean's birthday. Seven years. Where had the time gone?

Sam bent over the backpack, searching the depths with his tongue clamped between his lips. He finally pulled out a box of crayons and a piece of paper.

"Birfday card, daddy," Sam said proudly. "Help me make Dean birfday card."

John reached out and ruffled Sam's unruly hair. "Sure, Sammy."

Almost like a normal family, thought John.