"Mommy, is Annie right?"
Charlotte Thompson looked at the child in front of her with a faint smile in her eyes, finding it funny. She tilted her head slightly but said nothing.
Usually solemn Cyrus Thompson's eyes held a faint glimmer. He gazed at Charlotte, who was smiling but saying nothing. This silently prompted some deep thinking on his part.
The usually carefree Hank Thompson had an unexpectedly serene look now. He obediently sat next to Grace Thompson. Not uttering a word, his mind whirled with the conversation's implications.
"Mommy, do you think Annie is right?"
Grace's soft voice broke the silence. Her big, round eyes alternated with curiosity and doubt as she looked at Charlotte.
"Guess."
Charlotte chuckled, a faint smile dancing in her eyes.
These children were always sensible. They knew that their preferences paled in comparison to what Charlotte liked.
"Mommy's preference is the most important."