Alannah scowls as she slides down my body. “You cried like a baby, Daddy.” “Did not.” I might believe him if it weren’t for the look on his face as his gaze settles on the shiny cup sitting on the kitchen table. His shaky hands fly to his face. “Oh. My. God. It’s the … it’s the …” He whimpers, and I absolutely smirk. I plop Jem in the cup and he giggles, smacking his hands down on it.
