Waking Up As the Villain's Mother
“Can we go to Pizza Hut or KFC? Please, please, please?”
I gave him a helpless smile and immediately tossed the hot potato to Ajax. “If your dad agrees, we can go.”
Surely, surely, he wouldn’t say yes. Dylan hadn’t even tasted ice cream since I arrived, and now he wanted to plunge headfirst into a deep-fried, cheese-covered fast-food fantasy?
But Dylan turned to his father, clapped his chubby little hands together, and put on that irresistible puppy-dog face. “Dad, can we please go to Pizza Hut? A lot of my classmates have eaten there!”