Unfortunately Caitlin follows me, Trevor trailing behind her like a lost puppy. “You ain’t gonna tell her,” she says, the hint of a challenge in her voice. Then, raising her voice to mimic mine, she squeals, “Momma, Caitlin said a bad word!”
With a lusty sigh, I juggle the box in one hand as I dig into my pocket for my keys. “Don’t you have someone else to bother?”
“Nope,” she answers brightly. “Today’s your lucky day.”