Alex
“We didn’t get to pick Chasity’s outfit this morning,” I said, frowning, as we neared the bedroom door.
We had taken to selecting Chasity’s clothes and she would pick from the three choices. It was childish but we took having our specific outfit chosen quite seriously. We were thinking of starting up a tally to keep score and by the end of the year, we would declare the winner.
“She always looks pretty anyway,” said Calix with a shrug as though it didn’t matter when he was the one who had started the game.
“She always looks good but I had a particular mini in mind,” grumbled Felix.
“Baby?” Called Felix.
“She loves it when we match,” whispered Calix. “We’ve got to match tonight too!”
We were all in light blue shirts with black pants.
“Ready, Felix,” called Chasity.
The door sw
