Irie missing her uncle

Later dinner was served, as they placed the steaming plates on the table, Irie and Liam, eagerly took their seats, Irie, with her big brown eyes and dimpled cheeks, searching the room.

“Mommy, where is Uncle Scott? I miss him,” said Irie in her cute little voice, her eyes wide with innocence.

“Uncle Scott is busy today, sweetheart. How about you ask him to send you to school tomorrow?” replied Scovia, trying to divert her daughter’s attention.

“But how will I ask him if he’s not here?” Irie pouted, her tiny brows furrowed in confusion.

“You can still call him, silly!” suggested Liam, placing his hand on his forehead in mock desperation.

Scovia couldn’t help but laugh at her son’s mature demeanor, despite his young age. “Liam, you can’t make fun of your little sister,” she scolded lightly.

“Irie, how about Daddy sends you to school instead?” Aiden chimed in, joining the conversation.