Three years later....
"Renee, where are your shoes?" I yelled, searching under the bed of my daughter's room as I crawled through the disarray of barbie dolls and sweet wrappers.
"I threw them at Aiden." She confessed casually, her face full of jam toast as she went in head first, completely forgetting the usefulness of her mouth.
I grabbed a wet napkin and cleaned her face. "Now why would you do that to your little brother?" I scolded, watching her shrug with nonchalance.
"I told him not to touch Rosa and he did."
"Renee, he's only two."
"And I'm only five."
I sighed at her sharp tongue, she definitely inherited this from her father and I found it an uphill battle everyday as she got older to control her fiery spirit.
"Demetrius!" I called, taking Renee's food away when she began
