Erbao
Sitting on Milo’s bed, the babies stared down at the pages they had spread out over the comforter, trying to make sense of it all. They’d realized their daddy’s agency had sent over some paperwork with their offer email, which had to be signed and completed before the shoot the following day. After secretly printing everything off, the babies had dashed back into their room - pretending to be asleep as they’d gotten to work.
“My brain hurts,” Lottie complained, falling back on the mattress. “I’m tired of reading these big words. They don’t make sense.”
It was true - there were a lot of words in the contract they didn’t understand. They’d already spent ten minutes whispering about why the paperwork had included the word lawyer - not understanding why they might need one. H
