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"Josephine Marianne McCall! Spit out that worm this instant!" |
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The red-haired toddler glanced up at her mother, a look of amazement filling her bright blue eyes. Then she opened her mouth and allowed the still wriggling earthworm to fall from her dirt-encrusted lips. |
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D.J. rubbed at the ache in the middle of her forehead and counted to ten. Then she opened her eyes and glared at the two boys who rolled around on the ground at her feet in a burst of giggles. |
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"Brian. Eddie. On your feet, boys." They continued to giggle as they got to their knees. "Now," she shouted in her best drill sergeant voice. They compliedstill laughing. |
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The volume of D.J.'s voice brought her husband |
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