“They fighting?” Micah asked you, leaning back in his chair a small bit. A beer in one hand, he took small sips every few seconds.

The man didn’t know too much about kids, not at all, really. Every time your and Micah’s child played with Jack, he seemed to believe the two kids were fighting. They usually weren’t.

“Can’t ever tell with that damn kid.” He sighed. Micah was a bit of a rough man, but you knew he loved your child dearly. He always had an eye on them.