“Better get on it then.” Tristan checked the recipe. Sugar cookies? Please, he could do those with his eyes close.
The girls soon came rushing into the kitchen, Constance holding up a chubby brown rabbit with short ears. “His name is Beavis.”
Bernie laughed and held her finger up. “Remember what I told you two about bringing the rabbit into the kitchen. If you bring him in here, I get to cook him.”
Rachel hit Bernie’s shoulder. “Jesus, Bern. Don’t say shit like that.”
“Mom, you said shit.”
Tristan chuckled, but kept to his corner of the kitchen. He’d witnessed what a household full of women could turn into and had learned to keep his mouth shut.