Sniffling, I turned back to the living room that was a complete disaster. Ryder was right. My son was nothing but a tiny tornado. “You’d better pick up your toys if you want to go to Ryder’s house.” Kayden jumped into action, running around and tossing all his toys back into the bin. “Watch me. I fast, Mommy.” “Hmm, someone sure loves that Ryder, don’t they?” Mom mused from behind. Yeah, we definitely did.
