“Now I understand. Oh, boys, Lisa, this is…” Mr. Prescott had to reach for a handkerchief. “I have no words.”
“Glad you like them, Dad.”
Eddie turned to Jen. “So what are you giving the old man?”
“It’s just a little something.” She handed him a small rectangular box.
Mr. Prescott tore off the wrapping paper, opened the box, and reached in. He took out a pair of cute dormice wearing matching T-shirts with some words on the front.
“Really, Jen? Haven’t you outgrown Beanie Babies by now?” Eddie teased.
She turned up her nose at him. “They’re not Beanie Babies.”
“Oh, my God!” Jason’s dad studied the dormouse carefully, then stared at her. Her cheeks were red, but she smiled at him. He turned to his wife. “Sarah, look at this. Does it mean what I think it means?”
Sarah took the dormouse he handed her, peered at the T-shirt, then squealed and threw her arms around Jen. “A baby!”