Frowning, Angie walked over to her son and took his face in her hands, leaning up just slightly so she could kiss his forehead. He was getting so tall. "I know, baby," she said, patting his cheek lightly before backing up to check on the roast. "But I trust your Uncle Harry to have the best people working on what's going on."
She grabbed the pot holders off the counter next to the oven and reached in to take the roast out from the bottom, loving her large enchanted oven as she set it on the stove top. "Harry got him last time. I'm sure he can do it again."