#Chapter20-01
"I'm going to cut you up into a thousand pieces," Sterling vowed, growling into Lumen's ear, "And then I'm going to sprinkle you all over the world like confetti."
Bound in his daddy's arms, crushed against his chest without the option of escape, Lumen was giggling so heavily his eyes were watering. Tomatoes would have been envious of the redness that ate away at his cheeks.
"Daddy, I fwow the shetty worms? Daddy, you sayed 'Lou-king, you so 'mazing' you havesta eats awll the wiggly wormy shetty.' Lou wanna fwow dem, not eaty them."
"Confetti, you thicko, not spaghetti."
"Sterling," I chided gently. "Don't call him names."
My protest fell upon deaf ears; neither of these stupid boys tended to listen to me while they argued.
"Daddy, you a fish's eye. You just dis small.
