We are in Dylan's office because he left some papers unsigned yesterday.
" I'm hungry," I complain, we didn't have any breakfast cause we woke up late and just got dressed for brunch.
" Almost... Done," he doesn't look up, just busy typing on his laptop.
" Kyle doesn't go there!" I shout, running towards him. He likes to run around, are two-year-olds so hard to manage?
" Will I be the worst mother if I put him on a leash?" I ask Dylan. He chuckles.
" Janet will sure make it go viral on every pack magazine and blog,"
" We are at the front page again by the way," inform Dylan, I know he doesn't like us to be all over tabloids, magazines, and so on.
" Hmm," he exhales.
I pick up my son and put him on the lap. He grabs my spiral necklace and pulls it out.
" Kyle stop," I say with a s
