“Sigh…”
Diane turns around, hearing some old man's voice coming from one of her twins.
“Evan, did you just sigh?”
“Yes, mother, I am in such an impending doom.”
Diane almost burst out laughing, hearing another complex word choice from her son.
“Oh baby, that’s not how you put those words.”
Evan pouted his cheek. “Listen to thee, mother, thy need frosted water.”
Hearing another of Evan’s antic, Diane falls to the floor laughing so loud, making Asher come out in a hurry to her.
“What’s the matter?”
While wiping her tears, Diane looks up to see Asher's face. “Oh, nothing, it’s Evan, he talks about funny things again.”
“Okay, champ, what are you saying, now?” Asked Asher to his 5 years old toddler.
“He just wants to see some snow, after all, it is Christmas.” Said Fiona while drama
