Three laps in, all the kids had smiles and one of the boys had started tugging on Mayhem’s sweater to snag her attention. And in another hit to my pride, just like that I was jealous of a kid who hadn’t even reached the double digits. She nodded down at him and pointed to Jackson and me on the floor before turning back to us, that smile on her face once again, but this time, aimed at me. I wanted her on the floor with us. I wanted my hands on her.
