"Their father was, in a Han Solo scruffy kind of way. It makes sense they would too." Bridget smiled as she unhooked the seats from the stroller and brought the boys up onto a table so they could see their mother and watch the goings on in the diner at the same time. "I figure I've got about twelve years or so before I have to start worrying about that, at least."
"How about a grilled chicken breast and some veggies? Then I want to catch up and hear about this Sean of yours."