It was always left to Mama to keep the peace.
I stuck my tongue out at Parker. He crossed his eyes at me, kicking under the table, but he was too far to get me.
"Ow!" cried Cousin Betty.
"Pass the potatoes, please," Uncle Bill called. Parker danced them across the table with his hands until Papa gave him a glare.
Aunt Jess wiggled in her seat and made a squishy sound. We glared at each other, wide-eyed.
In seconds, we'd forgotten what we'd been fighting about and started giggling. Mama smiled approvingly.