Kevin said, “Call of Duty, Mom. Carrie is really good at it too… for a girl.”
I picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at him laughing.
“Come on, before the pizza gets cold. Ever have gluten-free pizza, Carrie?”
“No.” I said
“It’s almost like real food. At least this place uses real cheese and has a good sauce.”
“Be right in,” Kevin said and he trotted up the stairs to the bathroom.
When I got into the kitchen, Terri leaned over to me and whispered, “How’s it going so far?”
“One messy accident about two hours ago. But he’s been fine since then,” I whispered back.