I’m sorry, but I have never been jealous of an 8 year old boy like I am today. But in all seriousness, not ONLY did Kate cook this boy and others BBQ and hamburgers, but they went to her HOUSE. HER FREAKING HOUSE. Omg, swear I’d die at the front door. Maybe not even the front door, maybe on the sidewalk. Or in the front yard. I just cannot deal with this. An 8 year old met Kate, and went to her house. I am officially crying forever. K.