Family Bonds (529 views)

Predictably, Cliff made a face when she suggested he didn’t eat enough. He ate plenty at his house! Like pizza, and TV dinners, and macaroni and cheese... okay maybe he didn’t eat a lot that his mom would like him to be eating but still!

”Dad just never knew how to freeze stuff right. He thought leaving it out wouldn’t taint he flavor or something!”{/b] He said, remembering times Rhett had insisted that the flavor would be tarnished if they tried to freeze certain dishes. ”You don’t have to make anything else. Me and Noah usually order stuff in, so.”

”Except eggs. Did you smell his farts after he ate eggs? Ewwww.” Cliff snorted at the memory, of his dad and his stinky farts. He was well-versed to the cutting off the mold trick – but every time he’d tried it, he wound up getting sick the next day. Rhett had always insisted it was coincidence.

When his mom continued to insist that she was worried he needed home-cooked meals he frowned. ”It’s cooked! At... a home. For homeless people. Probably.” Did homeless people live in McDonalds? Well, they were open 24 hours, right? ”You don’t have to cook me anything I’ll be fine,”

It wouldn’t exactly be the same if he didn’t eat the meal with both his mom and his father, anyway. But that was never happening again. He glanced at the food Natalie was cooking. ”How much longer is the lasagna gonna be until it’s ready? I’m hungry.”

Cliff grinned at the idea of his mother being trapped in a tent with nothing but egg scent surrounding her. Though the idea of a home cooked meal at school still didn’t sound productive to him – they didn’t have time to make anything! If they did, they would!

”Well, sometimes I cook stuff,” He said, though that wasn’t often. He looked over at the lasagna and then thought about waiting for 30 minutes. 30 whole minutes!? He would have whined more if she didn’t mention fruit. He went towards the fridge and opened it, grabbing for the fruit. ”Do you have any strawberries?” He asked.