#Chapter44 Now that's what I call a snack

"Mom! Dad!" Tristan's voice floods the vast house, travelling to some corners and faintly echoing back.

"Why did you yell?" I ask him.

"Felt like it." He shrugs.

"I'll be in the kitchen to grab a snack then we'll head out." I say as I walk to the kitchen.

"Do we really have to go?" Tristan's whine earn an eye roll from me.

"Yes." I grab a tub of nutella ice-cream out of the freezer and I lift myself up to sit on the kitchen island.

"That is not a snack." Tristan points to the tub in my hand.

"Yes, it is....