“You’re so annoying.” “No, you’re annoying!” “I know you are, but what am I?” “Oh good God.” Olivia buries her face behind her hand. “Children,” Mom warns. “Get along.” “You’re lucky I love you,” Carter mutters when he opens the car door for us. “You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass.” His face shatters with a wide grin. “Get in the damn car.”