Juicy put her hands on her hips and stretched her back. She felt it crack and sighed in relief. Oh that was good…

"Mama I want pink bows."

"Okay, Miss bossy." Jazzy was bouncing up and down on her butt in the salon chair. She was a bundle of energy. That girl could run from sunup to sundown. Troy was always there, running right beside her.

"She will tire out on her own as long as we let her run it out of her system," is what he would say when she would get ...