“We need to take the twins to see Mr. McIntosh today.”
I glanced up blearily from my cereal to look into Scott’s bright-green eyes.
“Huh?” I’d been up twice in the night with the twins and, after the second time, hadn’t really fallen back asleep. Still, it’d been Friday night, and since he’d handled every night as well as the entire day with them all week, I figured I’d better take a turn so he could get a good night’s sleep.
And he had.
Gotten a good night’s sleep.
He was all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed while I was bleary-eyed and…
Nope, coming up with something was far too complicated for this morning.
“Mr. McIntosh is a children’s performer. I know the twins will be too young to enjoy his show, but I promised to be there. At the library. So we need to arrive by eleven.”
I’d pla
