Fishing

“Man, there are a lot of little people in this room,” I say, cuddling with the five-year-old on the bed, watching as the two boys, currently ages 2 and 7, bash trucks into each other on the floor.

Top Management walks out shortly thereafter and, without a word, the boys abandon the violence to shadow her like ducklings.

Now it’s just me and the Golden Weasel.

She rolls overs and looks up at me. She smiles.

“Who’s the best little person?” she whispers.

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