Chance has spent the rest of the afternoon preparing dinner, refusing to let his Mom do any part of it the whole time.

"Will you please just sit and relax, have a glass of sweet tea" he laughs as he finishes the dough for the biscuits. He decided to make fried chicken, grits and greens and strawberry shortcake using some of the berries she had picked earlier.

"You're going to make a fine wife someday" says Heather as she walks into the kitchen, catching them both off guard.

Chance smirks, walks over to Heather and flips a handful of flour on her head. Not being outdone, she runs to the counter, grabs more flour and throws it up into her brothers face.

Their mom sits there laughing at how much fun the two are having, something she has not seen in a very long time.

They both look at each other, then at their Mom. "Oh don't you dare" she tells them.

They arm themselves with the flour as she gets up and runs to the sink, grabbing the sink sprayer and starts spraying water at both of them, turning them into a gooey mess.

Chance grabs both of them into a hug, holding tightly, as they all laugh until they cry. Meeshka is sitting nearby watching them all as if they've lost their minds.

Finally, their Mom says "who's going to clean up this mess?"

Heather and Chance both point at each other and in unison say "he/she is !"