ANDREA’S POV
"Mommy, the blue is eating the yellow."
Pulling me out of a deep sleep, the small and highly serious voice made me groan and roll slowly over while squinting aggressively against the bright, salty morning light streaming steadily through the sheer curtains of the cozy cottage window.
Opening one eye revealed the crisis.
Standing bravely on the very edge of my mattress wearing her absolute favorite pajamas featuring little rocket ships on them, Mia's dark curls formed a chaotic halo completely around her head while she held a piece of construction paper mere inches from my nose.
"Is it?" I asked, my voice thick with sleep. "That sounds like a serious emergency, Bug."
"It is," she insisted, bouncing once on the bed to emphasize her point. "Look. I mixed them. Now it is gre
