Sunlight spilled into the Wolfe residence like golden syrup, dancing off the kitchen's marble counters and bathing the living room in a soft, warm glow. The morning buzz had officially begun.
"Luna, socks don't go on your hands, sweetie!" Talia called out, trying to balance a plate of waffles while keeping an eye on her daughter, who was determined to start a new fashion trend.
"But I'm being a sock princess!" Luna twirled, her little pigtails bouncing with each step.
Across the room, Zane stood by the window with a pair of binoculars, his latest obsession. "There's a cat on the roof again. I'm naming it Sir Whiskerstein the Third."
Talia blinked. "What happened to Sir Whiskerstein the Second?"
"He moved to the neighbor's roof," Zane said with a shrug.
Ethan entered, already dressed in a sleek navy suit, loosening his tie as he took in the morning chaos. "Is this the same cat that meowed our alarm at 2 AM?"
"Yes," Talia and Zane replied in unison.
