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Alma“Awesome, two blues,” I say with excitement, staring down at the card that Amos just picked up. “Good card, Cookie!”
Love claps her hands and giggles. She loves playing Candy Land, and we always make a big deal when we pick up a card with double colors.
“Yes.” Amos cheers and moves his little boy playing piece two blue spaces up on the board.
“I have kale smoothies,” Lee-Anne sing-songs from the kitchen, carrying in glasses of creamy green liquid. She sets them down on the table next to the root beer floats that I made everyone before we started the game.
Can’t blame her for trying. “Thanks, Mom.”
“Thanks, Gigi,” Love says, and Quinn and Amos both offer their gratitude as well.
I take a quick swig of the green stuff and wash it down with a gulp of root beer. Satisfied, my mom
