Victor hung up the phone and glanced back towards the bedroom, furrowed his brow, and headed to the kitchen. Sometimes he really couldn't understand what was going through Polly Sutton's mind.
Little Benny was sitting on the sofa, fussing with the new model his daddy brought him. He looked at daddy, then at mommy who retreated again. Adults were really complicated.
"Brother, look at my unbeatable big bubble." Little Tommy ran out from the bathroom, his hands full of bubbles from the shower gel, and he didn't care at all that his clothes were soaked.
Little Benny looked at his innocent brother. Kids were really cute.
Anyway, he wasn't the one who had to clean up in the end.
"Mommy, mommy, I made a huge bubble for you. It's so pretty when it pops, and mommy will become even more beautiful." Little Tommy beamed at mommy from the bedroom door.
