The Godparent Trap

Son of a…

I eyed the stupid jar full of dollars and change on the table and stuck my tongue out at it.

Living with Rip.

With this chaos.

I wouldn’t be surprised if I’d be able to fund both kids’ college before the end of the month.

“Bastard,” I muttered under my breath, only to have Viera call me over to the couch.

“Something funny?” I wrapped an arm around her.

“Wha’s a bastard?”

“If I give you a dollar, will you promise never to tell Uncle Rip?”

“Two.” She nodded. “Two dollar.”

“Fine.”

“Yay!”

I ruffled her curls, then got up to grab cereal for Ben, eyeing the clock on the oven and letting out a groan.

It was only eight in the morning. Just another twelve hours until bedtime. I could make it.

Just then, Viera appeared at my knee, her chubby little hand covered in chocolate. Wait. I hadn’t left chocolate in the living room. What could she have gotten into so fast?

“Aunt Colby, I go poop!”

Awesome.