After Friday's practice, besides showering and eating dinner, Mrs. Atkins assigned us chores.
"On a Friday night??" Dave groaned.
"I should be going on a date...not cleaning." Kyle moped.
"Can you even go on a date? Aren't Marie's parents still mad?" Noah pointed out.
"That's not the point." Kyle huffed. "I just don't want to start the weekend off by cleaning."
"I won't let my boys look like slobs." Mrs. Atkins had her hands on her hips. "If you boys want to have some fun this weekend, I'll need your help to make sure this house is presentable to all the guests for tomorrow."
"Shouldn't this be Zeke's responsibility?" Dave asked, not giving up without a fight. "It's his day."
"Are you giving your mom a hard time?" Mr. Atkins asked as he walked out of his office with Zeke right behind him. "If she's asking you to do something, you do it."
"Yes, Dad." All three boys chorused reluctantly.
