"I'm sure she's an excellent mother," said Mrs. Bashor. "After all, Cathy is doing a fine job with her little girl, even though I'd love to have a grandson one of these days.
"Dawn and DJ, though, are another story - "
Debi stuffed a corner of her baby sling in her mother to keep from laughing as Mum launched into a long, long story about DJ entering a monster truck in the local cruise night and finding out that the so-called "original design" Travis's brother Red had painted on the hood was stolen from video game cover art. DJ was pissed and had every right to be, but honestly, it wasn't like Lara Croft was new or anything!
Junior pulled free and squirmed in place. Debi tossed a spit rag over her shoulder and patted until the baby burped, then checked to make sure that the self-cleaning diaper was firmly in place before pulling her sweater back down. "Yes, your grandma and your uncle are crazy. Be glad they're in America!"