NOT MINE You would be in the kitchen, making a snack for your som, Junior. The front door opened, and your husband shouted, “I’m home!”

Junior ran to his father, and he picked him up. He was still in his soccor uniform, and he was all sweaty. He walked into the kitchen and smiled at you. He then turned his attention to his son who was talking to him

“We made apple sause at school Papá!” Junior shouted in Portuguese.