"When they get into those Motherly Lecture Modes, definitely." Jack ahd his mother got on quite well, but hey, he had been a child when many of those lessons were being taught, and much more interested in climbing trees and playing in the mud and making music than anything else.
"Samantha Grace. So sweet," he said with a snicker of laughter as he reached over to poke her right back. "She did indeed. I escaped when her back was turned," he said with a wink. "Ran out in a flash." Or, you know, walked out when his shift was over.
"Thought I'd come over so we could play." Not with dolls! He gestured to where his guitar case and fiddle case were.