Dont Disturb Stepmom Now

She picked up a needle. “The cape needs more sequins.”

“It is an emergency!” Carl said.

She sat down heavily in her craft chair. “Because I don’t know how I look to you. Am I the stepmom who’s too strict? The one who makes weird rules? Or the one who makes pancakes? I close this door for two hours so I can figure out who I’m supposed to be in this family without anyone watching.” dont disturb stepmom

“No, I mean a real one.” She knelt down, gently nudged the door a little wider, and scooped up Hercules. “There you go, little guy.” She handed him to Carl. She picked up a needle

His science fair project—a meticulously crafted biome in a 20-gallon tank—was balanced on the edge of his desk. And his cat, Sir Fluffington, had decided the miniature desert landscape was the perfect spot to practice his high jump. The tank tipped, crashed, and sent a cascade of sand, tiny cacti, and three very confused hermit crabs across the bedroom floor. “Because I don’t know how I look to you