Five
Too impatient to wait for hot water, Luke braced himself and stuck his head under the icy stream in the kitchen sink. A nice, hot shower would have been preferable, but it seemed a waste since the plan of the day was to wallow in the dirt. He’d shower when they got home. However, his hair was out of control this morning, and if he didn’t want to be fighting it all day, there was only one solution. So he endured the frigid water long enough to completely wet the mop.
Hearing a piercing squeal in the living room, he glanced under his arm just in time to see Becky’s arms flail as she fought to maintain her balance. The thud as she crashed to the floor was muffled by her pillow and sleeping bag. Chuckling, Luke grabbed the towel he’d set on the counter beside the sink and tossed it over
