I've outsmarted Kat's ass all these years, her ringers aren't going to get anything over on me. So far I've been lucky, they're all good kidsand then there's the little one.

I eyed the backseat to make sure Hitler's youth wasn't doing some shit back there that she wasn't supposed to, before turning my attention back to my firstborn.

"How's school going?" I addressed the question to both of them. Caitlin just shrugged but the terror in the back had a lot to ...