Katie and Jesse from next door came over and left an invitation to have a barbecue pitch in at their house. As, we packed the kids up, I made some potato salad while I waited for them to fight and argue, and finally put their shoes and jackets on so we could leave. "Kevin,: I yelled as I got to the front door, "Don't forget to bring the big cooler over in the car when you get up and around. My husband Kevin had just had surgery on his back, and it took him a lot longer to get up and around. He definitely couldn't make the quarter of a mile trek down to Katie and Jesse's. Though, I was pretty sure he liked going to the parties the neighbors threw even more that the kids did. "I called over to Katie, and she said that they have all the meat there already, so no need for you to drag yourself off to the grocery. Just rest, and I'll see you there. I love you. I'll save you a cheeseburger," I teased as I kissed him goodbye. He grinned at me and beeped my nose, "I love you Sally Jean,: He said with an exaggerated southern drawl. He then turned and gave our four young boys the evil eye, "I expect you to be good and eat lots of hamburgers and hot dogs at the barbecue." They all nodded in unison and screamed, "Hamburgers!" like wild Indians. I love going to eat others peoples food, and let my kids make a mess somewhere that I don't have to clean it up. 
Question: who's holding the barbecue?
Katie & Jesse