Cora My five-year-old twins were sitting in their booster seats, focused on their breakfast. And by that, I meant half of the breakfast was currently on their faces. "Maman, look! I made a syrup lake for my pancakes!" Ricky giggled, waving his plastic fork in the air. He had a smudge of chocolate hazelnut spread right on his nose, his dark curls bouncing as he bounced in his seat."That’s a swamp, Ricky, not a lake," his twin sister, Riley, chimed in, rolling her big hazel eyes with the kind of dramatic attitude she definitely inherited from me. She neatly wiped her mouth with a napkin, looking too sophisticated for a five-year-old before pointing her finger at him. "You’re getting sticky everywhere.""Am not!" Ricky protested, pouting his lower lip.I couldn't help the warm laugh that bubbled up in my chest as I stepped over to the table, leaning down to grab a damp cloth. I gently wiped the smudge off Ricky's nose and kissed his soft cheek. I turned to do the same to Riley, who gi
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