"We're going abroad!" Precious kept shouting. We were in full-on mission mode, getting ready for the airport.
Our suitcases were already loaded in the car. The guys were chilling on the sofa while us women were finishing up our makeup. They were actually being pretty patient, but Precious was restless, and the twins were starting to fidget too.
"Mommy, we’re gonna miss the plane!" Precious complained.
"Grandpa owns the airplane, baby," Mommy replied, totally unfazed while brushing her lashes.
"But the pilot might get bored," my daughter reasoned. She’s really getting good at the comebacks.
"No, he won't," Mommy said, already hunting for her lipstick.
I was finally done, too. My husband and I locked eyes, and he was staring at me pretty intensely.
"Pretty girl, right?" I teased, flip
