Brian sighed. Some things just didn't change. Angus had been in the kitchen, baking fresh bread, and he had turned his back for a moment. In that brief fraction of an instant, the boys had pulled over the flour container and were tossing big fistfuls of flour into the air, making a white fog on everything. Then he saw Julia, with her little fist full of cat kibbles, ready to eat them.
"What are you doing, Boys?" he asked. "And Julia, get that out of your mouth."
"Snow, Daddy!" little Robbie piped up. Angus spun around and saw the mess and groaned. He and Brian both heard the knock on the door. He saw Julia and headed there first to stop her from eating the cat food.
Brian simply turned and walked away, wondering where Abbey and Dakota were. It was awfully quiet down the hall in the direction of the play room. Too quiet. Some days fatherhood felt like a test. Five kids under 3 in the house with another, unplanned, kid on the way.
He went to the door and opened it. The last person he expected to see was Mis.
"Mis! What a wonderful surprise! We've missed you!" he smiled. "Its good to have you home. Come in!"