Sean rolled his eyes. "Molly watching the Discovery channel after a sugar infusion is a bad combination. She crashed and burned an hour later. But she did seem to enjoy the calamari at dinner."
He glanced at his niece who was blowing bubbles to the music.
"I don't mind classic rock. Can't top the Eagles, but this is more my style." Sean agreed that this was real music.
"Lena Horne never actually played a Horn, you know." Molly rang in from the side lines.
"And Molly Green isn't green, you're point?" Sean arched a brow. Molly just waved a lock of neon green hair at him.
"See what I have to put up with?" Sean looked to Kevin, but his face was full of amusement and affection without a trace of real frustration. "Need an extra dishwasher? I could use the break."