Sunday's game was right during lunch time so Mom and Dad let us go crazy at the snackbar.
Noah squinted at my small pile of food. I had two hotdogs, a bag of peanuts, and a large coke fitting on a small to-go tray. "That's all?!? Are you planning to get up later to get more?"
I frowned. "I thought this was a lot."
"No way. Don't you want to grow? You have to eat more." Noah straightened up, showing off how much taller he was than me.
"Don't take his advice." Mom cut in, leaning forward in her seat to look at me. "That's just junk food. It won't really make you grow. You're doing just fine. You've come a long way as it is."
I sat up straight in my own seat. "Am I really growing?"
Mom smiled. "It won't be long until we buy you some new clothes."
"I've got some hand-me-downs for you." Noah told me. "And I'll start taking clothes from the twins."
Dave rolled his eyes. "I don't think you've grown that much. Chill bro."
