“That’s like calling cupcakes, cake, sounds right but technically it ain’t.” She crosses her arms, her little hip cocking to the side. Okay, little mama means business ... and has a personality. Who knew? Widening my feet, I tip my chin. “Okay, Tutor Girl, I’ll humor you. We’ve got four bases.” Her muddy eyes meet mine and she nods. “Four bases.” “That’s what I said.” Aaand that hip pops out a bit more. Wonder if she’s double jointed? “The heart has how many chambers?”
