Day 3

Kyle enjoyed reading aloud the words inside cards I made. Only because he liked to point out the inaccuracies.

"You've reached the Terrible Twos, where you like to touch everything, try to eat food and random things, and scream at the top of your lungs." He closed the card and replied, "Incorrect! I was a saint as a child. My mom and dad told me I only cried when I felt sick as a baby."

Even though his words rang with truth, I still shook my head. "If you were a saint as a kid then I'm really Sofia Vergara."

Kyle raised his brows as he said, "Sofia Vergara...I could be on board with that." He gestured at my hand with a wave. "However, Sofia wears curve hugging dresses. Not ratty looking jeans."

"Oh, so you're a stylist now."

"Yes because if you can overlook the puke stains, I'm fabulous." Both of us laugh after he says that.

"Okay Mr. Fabuloso, I'll be back tomorrow. Take care."

"I make no promises!" he shouts before the door completely clicks shut.