MYSTY
I was in bed because I was exhausted from all the playing. “Mommy, where is Daddy?” my tiny human asked.
“Baby, Daddy is in the studio creating songs, but he will be home any minute now,” I said. He has always asked for Uno a lot these past few days.
“Daddy creating songs? Wow, cool!” he said in a high-pitched voice.
“Yes, you can ask him about it if you’re interested,” I told him. He nodded and started jumping on the bed beside mine.
“Mommy, mommy, can you please look up daddy's driving car,” the younger one muttered, handing me her tablet.
I searched for Uno’s best racing moments on a video hosting site and handed it back to her. I saw her pressed play; kids nowadays are tech-savvy!
“Harry James, Cary Kamilla, daddy’s here,” Uno said as he entered the kid’s room. “Hey,
