Friday morning, we all woke up to a surprise. Two giant blisters forming on Noah's fingers. He showed them off at the breakfast table, talking about popping them so he could practice today.
"If you do it carelessly, you'll make things worse." Dad told him before instructing. "Make sure to see the trainer after school, but before practice. He's better at handling these things. He treated Dave's alright and he only had to sit out a week or two."
"Dad. That's the rest of the season." Noah rolled his eyes. "I'm not a pitcher. It's not that serious. Pop them. Put on a bandaid. Call it a day."
"See the trainer. Talk to your coach." Mom reinforced.
"I know, I know." He grumbled.
"Jake, don't doze off. Eat more eggs." Mom put a new pile of eggs on my plate.
"Okay." I said and continued to eat.
"Oh yea, Mom." Noah said. "Can we go to Alisha's tonight? Kaylee will be there too. Games, movies, general fun. That kind of stuff."
