“We’re hungry,” Mathew said as his little brother Joshua stood by their cousin’s side, glaring down at Cole, who simply gestured back to the pile of Tic Tacs, old gum, and the expired granola bar that he’d managed to scavenge from the bottom of Aunt Zoe’s purse, Uncle Trevor’s backpack, and his old gym bag before he returned his attention back to the YouTube video that he was watching.
“Can I have a ribbon in my hair?” Jessica asked as he frowned down at the video, wondering how he was supposed to pull this off braid off without a hundred mini hair elastics.
“I don’t think we have any,” Cole said absently as he worked on the next series of braids.
“Mom might have some,” she said, sounding hopeful and as much as he would love to wake Aunt Zoe up, he couldn’t.
Mostly because Uncle Trevor would kill him.