“Mommy! Mommy! Can we please go out to dinner with you and Mr. Brodie too?! Please, please, pleeeeaaaseee!” Lizzie pleaded with her mom as she watched her putting on mascara. Her long wavy blonde hair that she inherited from her mother swayed as she jumped up and down.
“Yea, can we go too, Mommy?” little Evie asked while pushing out her bottom lip and making sad puppy dog eyes. Her chin-length light brown hair perfectly framing her small face.
“My answer is no, girls. You have a fun night planned with Nana and Papa tonight. Have you decided what movie you’re going to watch in the big theatre room?” Aubrey asked, praying to change the subject.
“No. Are you and Mr. Brodie going on a date, Mommy? Do you like him? Are you going to marry him?” Lizzie asked.
“Oh boy, okay girls. I realiz
