*Molly*
“Mama! Mama!” Cora yells as she walks into the kitchen holding what seems to be the loudest toy that has ever existed. Andrew crawls behind her, rolling a ball that has a bell inside it. “Mama!”
Seth sighs, his eyes wide. “Why does it feel so chaotic here?”
I giggle at him, lifting Cora, and gently taking the offending toy from her hand, handing it to her grumpy father. “Because it is,” I begin to explain. “It’s a smaller house and we don’t have the nanny to help. It’s just noise, all the time.”
“I’m purging their toys while they nap today,” he grumbles.
Like he can understand him, Andrew quickly grabs his beloved ball in both hands.
I lean down and lift him in my other arm. “He won’t take your ball, buddy. Mama will hide it from the grump-a-saurus rex.”
I place the
