"Heavy, breakfast" Glam called out.

Vicky, who just woke up was startled by the sudden grab of her son, Heavy of his food that was carefully folded in a paper bag, it didn't help he used his teeth to grab it and run off. "What do you have hands for?" Vicky scolded at no one as Heavy already left "Friggin' Tarzan." she grumbled, rubbing the back of her neck as she sat down at the dinner table with Dee who was minding his own business, listening to music and scrolling on his phone.