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Isaac
“Aly, please don’t make me say it one more time. If you want to go to Daddy’s soccer game, you have to put your shoes on.”
“Fine,” she groaned and stomped back to her room.
My mom stood by with an amused look on her face. “You hated shoes, too.”
“I’m sure this is cosmic torture for how I was as a kid.”
She laughed and patted my cheek. “You’re doing just fine.”
“Thanks,” I said with a sigh. “You sure you still want to go to the game? Sutton and Jennifer said they’d watch her. Plus, Peyton will be there.”
“Bah,” she said, waving me off. “I’ll be there for you. As if I ever get tired of watching you do what you love.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I said, kissing her cheek.
The doorbell rang in that moment, and I raised my eyebrows.
“Wonder who that is.”
“I’ll go check on Aly and her sh
