“Okay, everyone has their lists right? You’ve checked it twice? You have your supplies? We get one shot at this, people.” Henri instructed his family.
“Yeah, Dad. We’re ready,” Martin, the oldest child, answered with confidence.
“I’m ready too,” Debi, the youngest, replied.
“I’m proud of you both. Now let’s go, go, go!” Henri hurried to open the sliding door leading to the back yard and frantically waved the kids outside. Each carried burger patties, buns, ketchup, pickles; all the proper items for a good spring time grill fest.
“We get one weekend without mosquitoes ruining the cookout. We’re going to make it count before it is far too obnoxious to come outside,” Henri said as he flipped burgers.