My alarm went off far too early. Fortunately, Sawyer was already stirring, so I didn’t have to tend to a sobbing child whose waking had come on too harshly. Instead, he looked at me and said, “What we doing today, Mama?”
I groaned, sat up, and said, “Want to go watch some big equipment?”
He was out of bed and heading downstairs before I even got my feet on the floor. That child could name every piece of digging machinery out there, and heaven forbid I should call a front-end loader a bulldozer. He was not shy about correcting my terminology, not one bit.
Mika stood at the door of his room and mumbled something about dreaming she’d gone to the moon with Elon Musk. I patted her on the shoulder as I stepped past her to get the clothes I’d laid out for Sawyer the night before and followed m
