Gypsy Rose“Turning Gray”
“Anna, stop fiddling with that TV and come help me with the cake,” Tony shouted from the kitchen.
“Oh hush,” Anna said, twisting a wire with her screw driver, “I’ll be there in one minute. Plus, you are better at the cooking thing, then I am.”
“You promised you’d help, though,” Tony huffed. “It’s not fair if I do all the work.”
“Then call Derek in to help you,” Anna said, pushing the TV back into place.
“He is busy doing his homework,” Tony said, gritting his teeth. “Besides, he’s only a little kid, he can’t properly decorate the cake.”
“Hey,” Derek shouted, coming out of his bedroom, “I may be little, but I know how to decorate a birthday cake.”
“Don’t worry, Derek,” Anna said, hugging his shoulders, “Tony doesn’t think either of us can decorate a cake as well as he can.”
“I never said that…”
“Wait, be quiet,” Anna said, putting a finger to her lips. “I heard a car door slam outside, I think it might be mom.”
Tony glanced at the clock in the kitchen, “No, it can’t be. She called earlier and said she’d be late.”
“Hey kids,” Thomas said smilingly. “I see you have everything set for your mother’s birthday.”
“Dad,” Anna said, giving him a quick hug, “you scared us, we thought you were mom.”
“Sorry to disappoint you guys,” Thomas giggled, patting Tony on the back. “She should be home soon, though.”
“Well, we are all set for her to get here,” Derek said, pulling out a chair. “She is going to love the cake we made her.”
“Excuse me, buddy,” Tony said, as he placed the cake on the kitchen table, “who made the birthday cake?”
“We all helped,” Derek said, sticking out his bottom lip.
“And exactly what did you do,” joked Tony.
“I supervised,” Derek said, proudly crossing his arms over his chest.
“Shush, you two,” interjected Anna, “mom’s car just pulled up. Quick, shut the lights off.”
