“The team?” Mabel smiles, the picture of innocence. “Our team. Me, you, and Ginger.” I turn to Ginger, who shrugs. “The team. Didn’t you know?” “Daddy and the girls!” Mabel puts both her hands up. I laugh and scrub my face with my hand. Ginger smiles up at me. “Well, alright then, team. Let’s do this,” I say with a grin that doesn’t leave my face the whole way up the driveway.
