6
Layla
Vance has one hand in the toy exit compartment by the time I reach them. Payne’s head pops out, but his arm is still stuck.
“What were you thinking?” I shriek. Okay, my voice might be on the cusp of a scream.
“I want the poop emoji.” Payne winces and Vance tries to twist his arm to get it out.
“Did you think you could squeeze your entire body in there?”
I’m still in disbelief and completely mortified that Payne went this far for a stuffed animal that I could buy at Walgreens for a few bucks.
“I’m not that big.”
Vance glances over to me and he’s probably thinking to himself, Save up for college, lady, because there’ll be no scholarships here. Then he focuses on helping my son escape.
“That hurts!” Payne yells.
“He’s trying to help you.” My teeth are clenched as I give him
