“Mommyyyy,” Leo says, looking anxiously towards the kitchen door, shifting from foot to floor. “Hurry up! Aunt Bianca says we have to go!”
I laugh, glancing down at my little boy, who looks so adorable in the private school uniform he wears to Kindergarten – crisp white shirt, navy blazer, his dark hair neatly combed. I mean, every day he comes home with this same uniform streaked with paint and dirt but…well, Christian can handle the dry-cleaning costs, can’t he?
“Oh, calm down, Leo boy,” I say, laughing. “It’s not like she’s going to leave without you.” Daisy laughs from her spot at the kitchen table, standing on a chair and coloring happily in one of her many coloring books. I hasten my pace regardless, wrapping up Leo’s sandwich and popping it into his lunchbox, zipping it shut and
