Jake stopped a moment, "Practice?" He looked over at Amy a moment, unsure of what was going on, he wiped his mouth of some milk that had dripped a little from his mouth. "What..do Amy and I need to do?..Morning dad" He  didn't realize it, but Jake had a mild face of jealousy on himself as he watched his sister so affectionately greet their father. Since she was closest in age to him, he felt closest to Amy than his other siblings. A part of him wanted to be the one intimately greeted, though he would never admit that to himself.