Thursday morning, a knock on the bedroom door brought a sense of dread as Noah and I got up.
Surprisingly, it was Mr. Atkins. He raised an eyebrow at our half-dead expressions. "Did you boys not sleep well?"
Noah curled back under his covers. "Dad, I thought you were Zeke! How dare you trick us!"
I flopped back in bed in agreement.
Mr. Atkins laughed. "Well good morning to you too." He stood in the doorway, letting even more light in the room. "I just wanted to say that your mom and I are going to hit the road. We'll bring Gramma and Grampa home before lunch so try not to stuff your faces before then."
"Dad, let us go back to sleep before Zeke comes, okay?" Noah mumbled from under his covers.
"Too late." Mr. Atkins chuckled.
I took a peek and sure enough, Zeke was right behind Mr. Atkins. "Let's hit the pavement kiddos."
Noah threw his comforter off him. "This isn't fair."
"How so?" Zeke asked. "I'm running with you."
