Commence awful parenting advice?
Being the boss had its perks. For instance, J.J. was pretty much able to take his breaks whenever he felt like. And since he had never adhered to a schedule that could be deemed "normal", breakfast was often at noon, followed by lunch three or four hours later. (And then dinner around ten, bedtime at midnight on a good night, naturally) Perfectly reasonable.
He had opted for some really greasy pizza and a trip to the park. The pizza had been demolished on the walk over (in about 10 seconds flat) but he was still working on a jumbo sized root beer. His diet hadn't really changed much since he was 15. With plenty of time to bum around before he had to be back to work or anywhere else for that matter (Friday was the day of Mommy and me art classes, thankfully) he had been planning on finding a free place to sit and read. He might not be a rocket scientist, but he had to keep his mind sharp. But it was a pretty nice day, and some lady near by kept waving at people, so he got distracted. It had never been all that difficult to distract him. He put down his book to get a good look at her and smiled. He had forgotten that Abby had a bun in the oven! Way to go Carter!
"Abby?" J.J. headed over to her park bench, "Hey! You planning on finishing that?"