I pulled the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and then turned around to see Romeo, Angelo, and Noodle all standing in a row, wearing their Christmas sweaters. Sienna was off to the side, covering her mouth and looking suspiciously like she was holding in laughter. Sofiya clapped. “I need a picture of all my boys together.” “They’re not all your boys,” I growled. “We’re men, not boys,” Romeo added. He crossed his arms, which only highlighted the mess of green tinsel on his sweater.
