WE ARE in front of the gate of a parked car in front of our house.

"Do you have a visitor?" Jr. asked, I shook my head in response.

Get off the driver and we see Dylan. I looked at Jr. who just shrugged.

"Hi," he greeted us. "You're here too, by the way, congrats in advance." He held out his hand to Jr. which Jr. took.

“Thank you,” Jr. said.

"Why are you here?" I ask.

"Wait a minute." He left and then took something from the back of his car. When he returned, he was carrying two boxes. “I just pass to gift my gift, amp! I'm sorry,...