Mrs Mo sighs and shrugs her shoulders. "I am glad my son is that active. You aren't finding it hard keeping up with him are you?"
Folawe grumbles and stares at the apple. "I wish he could quicken the pace a bit. He thinks of me as a child."
In the kitchen, Jason and Mr Mo glares at his brother.
Jason whispers. "Why do you think of her like that?"
Ambrose shrugs his shoulders. "Have you seen her? She is small." he said it with a frown on his face like he was contemplating his decision. Like he was really wondering if she is even legal.
Mrs Mo was about to say something when she noticed that there were no movement coming from the kitchen. Swiftly, she walked to the kitchen door and forcefully opens it. Three men stagger and almost fall but quickly found ther stability. Folawe follows her and sees the three men hurrying to what they were supposed to be doing.
