“Mack. Let’s go down to the park. I want to talk about our camping trip.” Said Cheese.
“OK. Let’s go.” Agreed Mack and the boys headed downstairs.
“Hey Cheesy Mack! Where are you guys headed?” Mom asked as she watched the boys put on their play shoes.
Cheese answered, “Mom can you sit on the porch and watch us down at the park?”
Mom smiled, “I’ll do you one better. I’m going to the park too and race you guys to see who can swing the highest!”
“Mom, you are on!” Mack yelled and the trio walked down the hill to the park.
“Mom, go ahead and get some swing practice. Cheese and I are gonna go over here for a bit.” Mack said as he climbed into the newly designed merry-go-round. “What’s up, bro? What do you want to talk about?”
Cheese paused for a second, “What are our goals? Like… besides playing video games and school that’s all we do. Are those our goals? Having fun and learning information?”
Mack laughed, “Of course not, bro! At least not for me. I’m learning chess… and so are you. So one of MY goals is to beat Dad. Don’t you take drum lessons? What do you want to do with that?”
“I want to be the drummer for a world-famous band. Duh!” said Cheese.
“Well there you go. You have at least one goal! Now go be great! Because our next goal should be to beat mom on these swings. Let’s go!” Mack said.