“Hey, buddy. Are you ready to swim with Joshua? And eat hot dogs?” Brady nodded. “Hot dogs! Thew’s a pawty in my tummy!” He giggled and grinned at me. I rolled my eyes and set him down on the floor. “You’re going to make me sing it back?” He nodded, bouncing. I rubbed my hand over my stomach. “So yummy, so yummy.” He fell back onto his bottom and rolled on the floor in a fit of laughter. “No more YoGabbaGabba, li’l man. It makes Dee’s brain crazy.” AndrewBradyDee Book:Eight Days a Week Source: Eight Days a Week
“Brady was staring at me from across the table. Unmoving. Unblinking. Not speaking. It was like an old Western. The house was too quiet as I stared back at him. He was winning this contest. And I’d had no idea we were even in one to begin with. Break, kid. Break” AndrewBrady Book:Eight Days a Week Source: Eight Days a Week
“Huh? What did I promise?” “Fowevew,” he said with a nod, like it was final. “Exactly.” We stared at each other, and it reminded me of my first day, when he stared me down like a mute gunslinger.” AndrewBrady Book:Eight Days a Week Source: Eight Days a Week