Spoiled

Xander

I rolled my eyes, groaning at the memory. “How could I forget? He would get us up when it was still dark outside. Mom used to get so pissed at him.”

“Lance, they are little boys. You can’t get them out of bed that early. They are going to need a nap!” He said it in a falsetto voice, imitating my mother.

“They are going to learn to be tough,” I said in a deep voice, pretending to be my father.

Kade shook his head. “I think I was three the first time he taught me to do pushups.”

“And running the mile, I think I was six the first time he started timing me.”

“Mom always tried to get him to lighten up. Remember when I fell during the obstacle course?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “How could I forget? I thought Mom was going to beat Dad with a two by four. She was so pissed. She picked you up, hauled you to the car to take you to the emergency room, and left me and Dad standing there.”

“The whole way to the hospital, I kept telling her I was okay. She wasn’t having it. She was so pisse