JJ
I found the missing purple marker in one of Nixx’s boots.
That should have told me everything I needed to know about the state of our storage situation.
Instead, I carried it into the dining room, where Millie had spread her art supplies over the folding table Benny and Nixx brought home the day before. The table fit perfectly well when nobody needed to walk around it. Unfortunately, we did occasionally enjoy using the kitchen, and somebody had already caught a hip on the corner twice.
“Why was this in Daddy Nixxy’s boot?” I asked.
Millie looked up from her drawing. “It rolled.”
“From the dining room?”
“Maybe.”
Nixx came around the corner carrying laundry and frowned at the marker. “So that’s what I stepped on.”
“Did you think there was a rock in your boot?” Benny asked from th
