"I'm home!" Kyle could be heard yelling from the garage door.
All of us got up and hurried to the hallway.
"Jake, have you gotten taller?" Kyle squinted at me.
It was almost a repeat of what Dave had said.
I stood tall and grinned, happy that both of them thought I've grown.
"Hey! I'm growing too!" Noah cozied up to Kyle, getting as close as possible to show his newfound height.
Kyle pushed him away, laughing. "You're like a weed, always growing. Both Mom and Dad are tall so it's only natural that you be tall. Jake has it tough, fighting against malnutrition and genetics."
"Jeremy's tall enough." Noah pointed out.
"He was fed as a kid." He flicked Noah on the ear. Then looked a little apologetic. "Sorry, Jake."
I shrugged. "I'm fine." I couldn't but help but smile. "I won't have that problem anymore. You guys feed me all the time."
