“I seem to recall there being fishnets one year. Can we bring those back?” he asks, turning the corner into the hallway. “Dada!” Joey says, standing next to Charlie, who narrows her eyes at me. “No!” “We’ve been spotted,” I whisper, holding on to Bo for dear life as he takes off jogging. “Put Mommy down!” Charlie says, giggling as she swipes at Bo’s calves with her foam sword. “Never!” he shouts.
