Folding one of Griffin’s body suits, Kelly sighed and set it down on the arm of her chair. Reaching into the laundry basket to pick up the next one, she paused a moment to watch her small son play with the wooden train Uncle Greg had given him a few weeks back. Making a whistling sound that sort of resembled a train horn, Griffin pushed it back and forth across the floor, crawling after it.
Chuckling, Kelly smiled briefly before turning back to the laundry. It needed to get done sooner rather than later. Griffin only had a couple of clean outfits left, and depending on what happened during dinner, she’d be down to one outfit by the time she put him in the tub to clean up. Glancing at the door, she hoped that Ramona wasn’t making something too messy tonight, like spaghetti. She still need
