“Dylan, we’re late. I might get grounded,” I joked. “Ooh, you’re in trouble.” He laughed at me. “I’ll tell Grandma it’s my fault. She never gets mad at me because I’m so cute.” I hopped out of the car and opened the back door. I gave him a grin as I unbuckled his seatbelt. “True, you are cute. But we’ll be living in town and Grandma is going to babysit you all summer when I work at Violet’s. Cuteness is only going to get you so far when we’re here all the time. Keep that in mind.” He considered my words. “Okay, you’re on your own, then. I’ll save my cuteness for when I spill milk or break a
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