Lucas playfully jiggled the finger dolls, eliciting a smile from me.
A flood of childhood memories with Lucas rushed into my mind.
Lucas took charge of crafting the boy finger dolls, while I took care of the girls.
He used to tease mine for their oversized eyes, almost comically disproportionate to their heads.
I, on the other hand, would poke fun at his mischievous-looking boys, forever sporting half-smiles.
"I apologize, Shana," Lucas said in a high-pitched voice, raising his index finger and wiggling one of the girl dolls.
Then he lifted another finger, showcasing one of his boys. "We're sorry we disrupted the reunion."
"Apologize to Grandma Jo," I addressed the finger doll, without turning to face Lucas.
I rose from my seat and headed to the sink to tidy
