Tess and Barrett are staring at us, a soft smile on my sister’s face and a cheesy grin on Barrett’s.
Maggie is watching us closely, a wistful look on her face.
“You guys kiss a lot,” is all Harper says.
“Get used to it, baby girl,” I tell her, and she starts fake gagging. I grab hold of her and squeeze her close while starting to tickle her.
“Uncle James! Stop! Oh please… ahh… stop!” she squeals through hysterics.
“Keep going?”
“No-o-o!!! Ahh! Uncle James!”
“Who’s your favorite uncle ever in the whole wide world and universe including Pluto?”
“Umm…” the little turd draws out.
I start tickling her more.
“You! You are!”
“I’m… what?”
“You’re my favorite uncle ever in the whole wide world and universe including Pluto!”
“Of course I am.” I smile and release her.
“But you still wore makeup tonight,” the smartass says.
“I’m never living this down, am I?”
“Not a chance,” Barrett says. “Now, who’s hungry?”