“The only thing we’re missing is the rolls.” I search the kitchen of the Lair. “Did the bread delivery not arrive?” Thanksgiving dinner needs rolls.
Jen comes flying into the kitchen, a giant bag of rolls in each hand. “I have the rolls. Eddy says he’s sorry he cut it so close.”
I take one of the bags from her. “Yes, Jen! You saved the day. Okay, let’s get these in the serving tins and out to the tables. People will be arriving any minute.”
Love enters the large kitchen, wearing an adorable dress in autumn colors of yellow, burnt orange, and red, complete with a poufy skirt and a bow tied around her waist. She’s so precious. I reach into my back pocket and pull out my phone.
“Look at me, Love bug. I need to get a picture. You’re the most beautiful little Thanksgiving princess I’ve ever
